thirty springs from now we carve names of lands forgotten to skin
Tag: poetry
as waves sap the sanity from limbs
beer house mynahs going gangster on humans
spring beer house lit like it’s Christmas this morning
vomit on kitchen floor the rain rising from ground to sky drunk cat
finding equilibrium trees bend in favor of power
three springs little one grows closer to nature
to be buddha every waking moment
quiet detachment
before peace there was silence
elancharan gunasekaran 