the gods in one voice: winter be your greatest teacher
Tag: fiction
looks like the pigeons on the sill have decided the fate of humanity
torches dim and the monsters inside our head lay it down hard with desire’s vagrants
a sensual kind of danger in softness perceived by human senses
winter’s fog becomes the forest’s letter to cruel skies
sunlight fills the hollow of tree with enough warmth as branches and leaves sway with uncanny relief
take center stage please: the ones who simply do not care about worldly affairs but rather the preservation of self and ego
becoming a rare breed of people those who choose love over war
realm of mankind: on the fragile precipice of violent beginnings
empty side of bed time slows and the world burns
elancharan gunasekaran 