mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks).
i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires
the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent
to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to
darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds
winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream
the winter light at work distilling grey tides of gloom
dark skin deep crawl from flesh to subconscious peeling away at the layers of trauma
shadows and dreams of tyranny fill the void left by the moon
this winter day light thins to a whisper
elancharan gunasekaran 