smoke carves a temporary hallway alongside the concrete just as men and serpents coexist in a cruel world
Tag: Elancharan
in the zen garden critters emerge into softer outlines eager for the warmth of spring
the forest keeps a spare dusk when needed trees unfold and a second sun ends the dream
the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell
mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind
i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires
the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent
to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to
darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds
winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream
elancharan gunasekaran 