night train i’ve learnt to ignore the faces in the fog
Tag: monostich
the fine line between abstinence and sin grey matter craves for artificial lights
perhaps the best way to live is to drown ourselves completely in existence
these days i breathe just enough to be
the winter forest and the ego a language of silence
draw enough inspiration from the void and become the void in turn
a cold and self-contained kind of madness in dwelling
winter in the shadow of the tree you sway finally free
winter after dark the cat left a void in our hearts
draw from the almanac of flesh the days of abyssal yearning
elancharan gunasekaran 