first light the ways of the flesh comes into focus
Tag: creative writing
all the ways we could have drowned but we chose to stay
autumn before dawn the quiet reeks of violence
break the cycle when the last kid drops the gun for a book
ceasefire when the last soul has let go of vengeance and hate
the storm outside uploading self to the darkest cloud
in bed dreaming of quiet tones of grey
the autumn breeze like life a fleeting memory
autumn noon the picture perfect mynah poses framed by leaves
after the rain after thunderclouds crows chase
elancharan gunasekaran 