with borrowed fire i walk the lands of my ancestors until the day the fire becomes my own to nurture
Tag: haiku
salt offered in one palm while the other receives the burden of prophecy
there is a certain kind of darkness the shadow of an entity that holds more apocalyptic futures than light can tolerate
the freedom to birth and evolve a thought or idea is what drives the human condition and its underlying tangents
that which did not burn or could not be buried smothered by nonhinary tides
the rain untamed fills debauched bodies with silence rest finally comes but at a grim price
autumn we let the light fade without fear
the night’s queerness drapes itself over the empty field like morning fog
as i do the land remains fertile and tranquil in an act of mutual balance between flesh and nature
the frail body prepares itself for the coming days of quietude
elancharan gunasekaran 