haiku – elancharan gunasekaran

the cup grows warm with magic and time pauses for a sip

windows remember older skies and oblivion’s anthem sings in the wind

in bed and the stillness of cold ocean feet

soul of winter stones feel lighter than memory

dark paths blur and balance is an act assumed by intuition

listen closely and you will find that destruction has tune and tempo the thumping of chests and steel the war cries that silences death the blood pumping thrill of battle

this sleep spell softens and becomes contagious

this winter night darkness and skin feels complete

time moves different in the forest grim dark roots entangle and manipulate the designs of reality

grey hugs at skin and concrete and when it refuses to let go it tugs at silk strings trapping you in a nigh-infinite embrace