sound lingers in this sacred space of dark deciding on its next course of action
Tag: Elancharan
dark before dawn: breathing slows and blends with the quiet
if winter was nothingness then spring must be the paradox from which something was constructed
in this fertile space: every action births some form of reaction physical or mental seen or unseen felt or forgotten
a soft feathered face stares back but the gods call it continuity
gaze into the abyss: bear witness to the darkness repeating its poem
winds wild and wandering: space thickens around absence and calls it presence
noon creek: a body crosses and the crossing remains after the body is gone
the near fatal implosion of my frail heart: a ripe mango bombs the bus shelter
called too soon to the bosom of our progenitor to fight yet another war
elancharan gunasekaran 