surviving your gaze of winter: perhaps then it is meant to be
Tag: monostich
to quiet the voices: detach from the warmth of summer
a deeper shade of grey fills the belly of the city with trauma
cloudfall: fire like hair curls and cascades upon the dusk of skin
she walks through the veil jaded and unprovoked by the impostor that goes by the name of: monsoon
hang the dark of my skin out to dry in the blue of dawn
phantoms hang swaying in place of the morning dew
never won: the fight against the tides of night
within the summer storm the congregation of flesh
uproot from bed and gaze into the merciless grey
elancharan gunasekaran 