waking hour: i cast a debauched version of myself into the light
Tag: monostich
the coast sends word on warm winds of the coming storm
the duality of this summer night serenades us with chaos and care
night passes in an almost gentle blur
the sweet spot of entaglement: flesh and flesh collides
summer i try on a new face and regret to say: it does not fit
dark before dawn muscle memory draws the frail body from bed and sets it off on a mad quest
what has survived the monsoon’s rampage: midsummer’s moon and an undying warmth
there is a design to this reality we have failed to understand: illusions built on the fundamentals of wear and tear
a black that feels deep green: summer crow tilts its head and concurs
elancharan gunasekaran 