full moon i find my frail body unwound on the couch
Tag: senryu
mere mortal thoughts materialized as lightning and rain
after dark we redefine the quiet to suit our manic needs
desperation and the fog that threatens every waking step
in some sense death is art until you can no longer breathe
evening incense trail the illusion of the dead lingers amongst the living
free yourself from this winter night it has nothing against you
rebels and mutineers for limbs until the light fades
winter night if you find the gossamer threads between bodies try not to break it please
mandate the eyes and flesh to witness the dying of the candle fire
elancharan gunasekaran 