The Embroidery of Darkness

PC: SUDEVAN

When darkness and thoughts interweave, they trap a lone, raw nerve in their loops, wreathing solitude. A flower blooms in it, and a spring of smiles make way through the darkness. And it's not dark. Not anymore.

തുന്നൽ

ഇരുട്ട് തുന്നി വന്ന
പച്ച ഞരമ്പിൻ
തുമ്പത്ത്
ഹൃദയം
പൂത്തു നിന്നു.

© Jayashree Peringode

Stitch

Darkness gathered
in a stitch
a raw nerve,
the heart blooming
at its tip.

© Sujatha Warrier

[First published in http://indianperiodical.com/]