haiku – elancharan gunasekaran

the spring moon grips the resting mind: ethereal roots fraying and untangling the strands seperating conscious from the subconscious pulling you deep into the realm of dreams

paradise after dark shadows stretch from the darkest recesses of the human soul

spring morning the gods of the concrete demand a sacrifice: screams

divinity tends to its garden: tenderly scattering stardust and watching with keen intent as bones bloom from dark matter

cruel streets wait patiently as the light comes crawling back one ray at a time

across battlefields swollen with bodies and rubble scavengers harvest and remake the world in their vision: brutal

rainfall: in step and wake where she manifests the ground be hallowed

time eats into the day a consistent and fixated beast chewing away at the fringes of reality

floodgates raised: not light but the darkness raw fills empty spaces

true morning: bodies of still and natural life bathed in a gentle glow of golden