low tide: scattered pieces of the spring moon
Month: March 2026
land’s end: at high tide life and death communes
in the glow of the crescent light the scars of winter orbit and vanish
spring skies weep but the mango tree rejoices: nature is truly strange
floodgates open: and time flows rushing from noon to twilight in a single breath
deepening desires unfulfilled by the rain’s march
a warped sense of belief precedes the zenith of one’s faith for it is the pilgrim who falls in path and trench and the pilgrim alone who is raised beyond the limits of mankind
when the rush fills your flesh and mind humanity is slowly lost
after dawn phantoms on the skyline dissipate gently
savages in paradise: where bombs bloom in spring
elancharan gunasekaran 