haiku – Page 5 – elancharan gunasekaran

ordnance inbound: a winged god dive bombs into a sea of grey

spring after dawn birdsong in quick bursts of gunfire

implode on impact: the silence of day collides with a body of dreams

the body wakes from the coldfire coursing through veins remaking the flesh and transforming the mind of man into serpentlike singularity

to the mynah i say: anatomy separates us but dreams connect us

the pilgrim does not discriminate between quiet and absolution the path is all that matters

half moon: between the roil of waves unfinished futures are shaped

spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold

illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis

lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end