night passes in an almost gentle blur
Tag: haiku
the sweet spot of entaglement: flesh and flesh collides
summer i try on a new face and regret to say: it does not fit
dark before dawn muscle memory draws the frail body from bed and sets it off on a mad quest
what has survived the monsoon’s rampage: midsummer’s moon and an undying warmth
there is a design to this reality we have failed to understand: illusions built on the fundamentals of wear and tear
a black that feels deep green: summer crow tilts its head and concurs
gaze long enough at glass towers and you’ll find that the other world has always been in plain sight
a salve like no other kind words and gentle first light
woke up to a silly thought: madness matters
elancharan gunasekaran 