bite down hard on the animal instinct to chase after storm clouds
Tag: freedom
curled up correlations of this spring morning the millipede and stick
mind’s horizon the evening sun burnt into memory
overcast above and garden snails bowed in prayer
stand aside body and let the fog pass
the mango tree tells a tale of a pigeon who was too white for the masses
out of the virgin darkness the spring moon blooms
recede to a space within the cold comfort of timber and shadows
crow tears she rasped and limbs came to a standstill
rain droplets exploding against window grills the assault on silence
elancharan gunasekaran 