halfway through the conundrum of burning and yearning
Tag: tanka
under the blanket your limbs birthed of playful fires
soft grey wings flapping against the rain after dawn
these days i breathe just enough to be
the winter forest and the ego a language of silence
draw enough inspiration from the void and become the void in turn
a cold and self-contained kind of madness in dwelling
winter in the shadow of the tree you sway finally free
winter after dark the cat left a void in our hearts
draw from the almanac of flesh the days of abyssal yearning
elancharan gunasekaran 