art – elancharan gunasekaran

filling the mute man’s moans with birdsong spring mynahs puff their chests with pride

dark before dawn the rain has a mind made of quantum drizzles

apocalypse denied: god bless the mynah who spoke the tongue of the serpent

drowned behind a sea of trees the evening sun succumbs to a cruel world

god’s eye view: the concrete extends its tendrils each a hooded serpent servant of grey

thunder and oblivion threatens: the pilgrim laughs mindlessly at the heavens

the body behaves like a mad thing indifferent to the extremes of the city’s terror

spring before dusk the verdant landscape is suddenly reduced to a bleak grey horror

the spring moon grips the resting mind: ethereal roots fraying and untangling the strands seperating conscious from the subconscious pulling you deep into the realm of dreams

paradise after dark shadows stretch from the darkest recesses of the human soul