poetry – Page 36 – elancharan gunasekaran

the city is a beast: where neon lights alter minds and forced appetites fill bellies with illusions

the euphoric chatter of trees in an otherwise gloomy morning

reconnecting the body: past and future contained within each needle of drizzle

swept away in a single and gentle breath of rain the city’s grey

briefly alive: a wild draft skims the teeth of waves carrying the cold from sea to body on no man’s land

her gentle purr brings back memories of long nights and unbiased calm

spring: the rainfall after dawn fills the hollow of bones

i spy with my eye: a spider divided by the poison of eight directions

in flashes of azure the kingfisher conquers the invading grey

if only you walked the same path: beyond trees the beginnings of a wildflower field