summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?
Month: June 2026
woken by the murmurs of rain at an ungodly hour
soft padded clouds to reign in your anxieties
a blur of blue wisps round the corner and return as night
a concrete monstrosity separates: the blue of dusk from summer’s blaze
the demon in the corner of the room sulks quietly never knowing why this man smiles
the night has declared war upon our flesh as bodies melt into bedsheets
surviving your gaze of winter: perhaps then it is meant to be
to quiet the voices: detach from the warmth of summer
a deeper shade of grey fills the belly of the city with trauma
elancharan gunasekaran 