Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

shadows flow along temple walls to an ancient rhythm

dawn the forest formless in the mist

sway as the winter sky sings the blues

please come back when the quiet is raw again

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