thoughts collided with the teacup and now i am lost for words
Tag: senryu
a sound from the past buried in static can this infant mind comprehend the notion of fossilized noise
i inhale symbols i cannot decode and exhale questions
autumn dawn the silence shapes our steps and words
each dark wave carries an idea i’ve never had
guiding the restless and silent through the dark tiny gods of light
the autumn moss breathes in the secret origins of flesh
only those who kneel will ever know the weight of the stars
in a language older than my soul i hear the roots speak
like a lost lover silence clings to brittle bones of branches
elancharan gunasekaran 