Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

we offer our flesh to the noon rain

spring city do you see the scars?

spring lake offers peace a moment of clarity

still pond the concrete ripples out of existence

night draft smothers paradise

the real you beneath the fog and thoughts

spring’s spell the technicolor landscape

the dream plays out like a silent movie

morning tea a mynah checks if I’m alright

fickle things little sparrows just as spring winds