the pigeon pacing back and forth between legs and butterflies in the gut
Tag: freedom
a pair of mynahs looking at the sky and cursing aloud
my storms sleep outside the door tonight the monsoon for company
tread light across a sea of bedsheets to meet you halfway
with each whisper she becomes more beautiful quiet eyes at dawn
sneaking up on the old ginger cat mynahs find joy
cold dawn sleep finds us beyond the thick sea fog
fertilize gaslit minds with truth the calm in the summer garden
as we prune round the edges of this conspiracy the lies are unearthed
late noon we tend to our feelings in the zen garden
elancharan gunasekaran 