art – Page 2 – elancharan gunasekaran

beyond the spring mist a gentle cry answers the koel’s call

very few understand the preciousness of quiet in a world filled with the mechanized madness of industrialization

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction

deep we descend into the forest grim before summer touches our soul

spring the rain brings life to the city’s stillness

deep into the forest: is where the city goes to die

i miss the coast: its sharp edges and unforgiving winds where even the hardest of men turn soft

someone or something unseen clears its throat and the sound hangs strangely in this lonely space

wings flutter and the odd old tree groans