strange how dust clouds settle calmly in the wake of your wrath
Tag: literature
an alley without piss or prayer never too far from where you stand
traversing from realm of thought to the washroom and back to the cradle of skin
pastel skies we make do with the freedom we are offered daily
dear winter crow more peddling and less screaming please
as we leech the heartache from howling gales
concept of cold the winter forest’s defiance
the sacrilege of this night and the cannibalization of words
between skin and screen have you mastered the art of divided attention
buddha from under the rock confused at his slice of pie
elancharan gunasekaran 