how human of us to be empty and unbecoming
Month: February 2024
wraith-like storm clouds deliberate our misfortune
been dreaming recklessly and for a good reason
dusk we salvage the kind word from the storm of emotions
strange how dust clouds settle calmly in the wake of your wrath
an alley without piss or prayer never too far from where you stand
traversing from realm of thought to the washroom and back to the cradle of skin
pastel skies we make do with the freedom we are offered daily
dear winter crow more peddling and less screaming please
as we leech the heartache from howling gales
elancharan gunasekaran 