Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

and if it fills your heart with indescribable words: you are destined to fulfil it

there: a cosmic entity devours luscious clouds of spring

leaf’s edge a dew drop tempts gravity

after dark the body finds itself wrestling shadows and fiends that come before the calm of sleep

a dragonfly: weaves perfectly through reeds racing along imaginary lines and lands a wicked handstand

for lack of a better word: spring disguised as empathy

spring is not all joy and harmony but a time to celebrate the true you: however cryptic and cold you are

hand on her chest listening to the beat of a heart that was never her own

dark clouds gather: not to weep or wail but to warn us of the coming darkness