Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

back of bus the rain slow and gentle on the eyes

please tell the crickets to stop the crowd inside my head

noon the rain transforms the concrete into paradise

ever felt the tender of the tree beneath its bark

stranger in the lift describes the sea if only she knew its depth

blasted by light beams the winter crow disintegrates

mend flesh and bone the sea breeze at dawn

the soft fiery glow in the belly of the concrete beast

in the dark between alleys a raw kind of magic

i do not regret the emotions I’ve let loose upon this mad world