freedom – Page 2 – elancharan gunasekaran

an old god drags his cane tip in the dirt drawing imaginary borders

beyond the spring mist a gentle cry answers the koel’s call

very few understand the preciousness of quiet in a world filled with the mechanized madness of industrialization

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction

deep we descend into the forest grim before summer touches our soul

spring the rain brings life to the city’s stillness

deep into the forest: is where the city goes to die

i miss the coast: its sharp edges and unforgiving winds where even the hardest of men turn soft

someone or something unseen clears its throat and the sound hangs strangely in this lonely space