creative writing – Page 43 – elancharan gunasekaran

the pilgrim does not discriminate between quiet and absolution the path is all that matters

half moon: between the roil of waves unfinished futures are shaped

spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold

illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis

lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end

bodies pile upon my brown self and know that when i say this i say it with love: home

the day’s hunt is over: ears find the source of the kingfisher’s song

overeager bodies battle the rain throwing fists and psychotic tantrums all for name and glory in this mad war

homebody: the system has crashed roll up your skin and hide your limbs

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