dark: is the language spoken by my skin that you secretly crave
Tag: monostich
that which brings you joy: if my heart should rupture take me to the coast and watch over as i breathe life again
in the quiet of night summer clouds fill the dark sky with stories of a darker time before
you can tell the lifeless shells from the gods the ones who enjoy every drop of rain and the ones who avoid it like the plague
exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead
coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters
the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind
the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry
summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete
summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?
elancharan gunasekaran 