literature – elancharan gunasekaran

deep noon: a bulbul appears just to query my soul

spring after dawn: the tea cup smoulders with the rage of the coming summer

old woodland: the mist changes the ambience but the danger remains the same

chaos: as playful crows take turns surfing the cold ocean draft

quietly i lay in bed and build my dreams from scratch

the rain at last: the body freed learns to the breath again

this spring day silence reigns supreme

paleness of aether evolves into grey within this sacrilegious cavity of space

outside the window: the limbless tree stands aghast against the cold winds of dawn

brief flashes of motion: dragonflies deliver death from above