the child you never named blooms sharp unapologetic and somehow still beautiful
Tag: literature
eyes like bruised starlight solemnly speak of ancient ways
the rain paused in prayer as we lit candles in unlit places for the umbral deity
the gods look upon curious as monks debate the emptiness between mantras
gaze long enough into the glow of the fallen star and you will be reminded of its treachery
across cold ancient waters boats carry the burden of unanswered prayers
not a person not a god an idea that bleeds like static from every fiber of being
heartbeats sync with traffic lights and each alley is a blinking eye
colours forget their names as doorways open into dreameater fields
the war you almost won with your lips they now belong to verdant winds
elancharan gunasekaran 