warmth is older than the concept of time a replay of atavistic memories
Month: November 2025
a gentle fog blooms across the solemn face in the glass
kali’s mail comes on this harrowing day when both mind and body is broken but the soul is in a state of stasis cocooned by the will of the consciousness flesh hurts and cells wail for mercy but the agony does not stop where kali sunders she forges something new something stronger somewhere deep inside of me is an untamed androgynous figure covered in soot shaping the matter and fires of cosmic origin
purity finds its place in a hanging leaf swaying gently in the autumn breeze
the warmth of flesh migrates slowly subtle yet alive and finds its place between pale lips
soft hands and unspoken shapes tracing destinies in the sand
a rhythm forms when sky and skin aligns
to the child of the void i say: go out and play
gentle and aware a fire that listens
frail fingers shape shallow tides of autumn giving voice to the waves speaking the true name of the deep
elancharan gunasekaran 