watching the mud wasp rush between nest and oblivion
Tag: tanka
interrupted the call of the deep river beyond glass towers
grim visions of the divine untouched by lustful eyes
spring the river is wary of the ways of flesh
almost spring soft and hurried pleasures of night
winter when you go would you take us with you
boxed in by the winter night and stealing your chivalries
resounding and depleted acts of rabid tantrums
what will the ego be when we are no longer that which we claim to be
outgrow my madness and I just might call you: friend
elancharan gunasekaran 