in the glow of the crescent light the scars of winter orbit and vanish
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
spring skies weep but the mango tree rejoices: nature is truly strange
floodgates open: and time flows rushing from noon to twilight in a single breath
deepening desires unfulfilled by the rain’s march
a warped sense of belief precedes the zenith of one’s faith for it is the pilgrim who falls in path and trench and the pilgrim alone who is raised beyond the limits of mankind
when the rush fills your flesh and mind humanity is slowly lost
after dawn phantoms on the skyline dissipate gently
savages in paradise: where bombs bloom in spring
striders skimming the surface of reality a tiny stream busy with life
monkey with a lion’s mane leads me down the spring forest path a game of pause and crawl