Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

after dark we correct the terms of divine domination

the conversation with waves we never seem to win

dead and gone the stares of empty shells as we walk past

walking the winter coast screams lost at sea

finding meaning in the abyss the depth of your gaze

lay the haiku bare to examine its bones and merely words

amidst the chaos on stage we prance about on delicate toes

white dove have you come in peace or is that war in your wings

halfway through the conundrum of burning and yearning

we share our grief over a claw you shed gone cat never found