the green parrot calls and we play a game of hide and seek amongst autumn leaves
Tag: freedom
the closeness of the moist soil against flesh how alike we are
a haze of strangeness lingers in the mind’s eye a mental cataract perhaps
listen and the river will speak its name now say it back
walks along the river gold an old god with a cloud of smoke for a face
disturbed by the harsh morning light river crows wail and scream
camera aimed at the cloudless sky waiting for a piece of soft
the tender burn of tongue as the flatbread melts and spices erupt from the curry
empty shells marching into oblivion this cold morning
at the back of the bus in the shadow of the sun incognito i be
elancharan gunasekaran 