summer the last light of dusk smothered by an infant storm
Tag: art
how strange no one remembers the soul who lit the stars
the answers you seek are in the forest where the leaves fall to the floor in rhythm and the silence of carcasses question your very existence
the fog before dawn clutches at the ankles of those who have yet to wake
summer train platform a river of light flows down an unseen track
at the edge of paradise the old gods watch as dreams and illusions riot
shadows learn to imitate fire as nights become colder
the monsoon forgets its contract with gravity and floods the heavens
worms convene in the shadows to debate the ethics of dust and dirt
summer at dawn the deadlocked back rehearses its funeral
elancharan gunasekaran 