July 2025 – elancharan gunasekaran

the answers you seek are in the forest where the leaves fall to the floor in rhythm and the silence of carcasses question your very existence

the fog before dawn clutches at the ankles of those who have yet to wake

summer train platform a river of light flows down an unseen track

at the edge of paradise the old gods watch as dreams and illusions riot

shadows learn to imitate fire as nights become colder

the monsoon forgets its contract with gravity and floods the heavens

worms convene in the shadows to debate the ethics of dust and dirt

summer at dawn the deadlocked back rehearses its funeral

mid afternoon blaze the rain stutters until it runs out of gas

edge of the coastal fog light beams scour every inch of darkness