dear life: such a bitter lover she is this greying and stubborn haze
Tag: senryu
little things should never be hurried: a tiny ember clings to the last thread of wig
a piece of your broken soul is saved for kindling on the first cold morning of autumn
you know it is autumn when the fires are cold to touch
soul forge: survive the hammer and remake your existence
the rain in autumn pours in waves: i slept and it’s a miracle i woke
why play god when the rain knows its shape
a mild morning equally divided between lethargy, grey tendrils and the stuttering light
a strange thing: a moth is only complete when it finds its flame
ritual for concern: when shadows gather beneath the same tree without explanation
elancharan gunasekaran 