across cold ancient waters boats carry the burden of unanswered prayers
Month: April 2025
not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being
heartbeats sync with traffic lights and each alley is a blinking eye
colours forget their names as doorways open into dreameater fields
the war you almost won with your lips they now belong to verdant winds
the stars have stopped arriving and yet he chants in the darkness a pilgrim yearning salvation
smoke seeps from skin midnight the body is on fire with memories of another age
with every toll of the bell rain buries an empire beneath secrets
end of the path pilgrims blossom in screams
hatched a pair of thunderbirds in my dream each wearing a robe of cinders that hummed of ash and electricity
elancharan gunasekaran 