ocean waves shimmer slick with lunar sweat and warm drafts that spring brings
Tag: monostich
you open your eyes and the world sways from frost to birth
tonight the silence is prey hunted and flees the forest on quiet steps
why do we play this game this riddle called war when there are no winners only losers
left too long to exist in the rain of time moss covered stones without a name
fearless and leaf woven she carries the will of the wild
a nameless traveller finally realizes his name and is reborn as spring’s birdsong
bask in the mockery and reinvent a fate that is seemingly impossible for this flesh to conjure
the forest grim as witness a protodravidic goddesss rids herself of her captors’ chains and conceptualises their death
the fires stop dancing to witness the sacrifice a mousedeer leaps into the pyre laughing
elancharan gunasekaran 