forgotten boundaries: the frail flesh and ego’s i
Tag: freedom
islands of flowers untouched revealed in a black and white dream
like cattle we follow the shade of clouds across the concrete fields
summer the caterpillar is returned to the garden with a small wish
chime of distant bells carries the essence of life across the concrete landscape
the empty side of bed becomes a place of quiet divination
the first mist of day is welcomed as a pale visitor from the depths
quiet is the fantasy: existence smothered between thunder clouds
nobody needs to hurry: the body grows soft with weeds
the summer pond turns pale whenever dawn arrives through the mist
elancharan gunasekaran 