Economics

There are economics Everywhere you search Like a quarter pounder For a happy meal Or a quarter of moonshine For a merry intoxication Occasionally a quarter is all that it takes To buy chocolate chip cookies Or a subsidized soda drink And sometimes economy Comes down to a whole new name Budget hotel, cheap labor,…

Jewel in the Sand

(A poem for the Sri Lankan woman who is going to be stoned to death for adultery) There are millions of Sand crystals in dunes Yellow, crystalline, binds with water And separates to the sun Slowly gives way to the hoofs Of Dromedary camels As they plod pass the dunes Pass the inquisitive gazes of…

Let’s Have Sex

The act of sex Comes in many essences A myriad of positions and a thousand places After all it is more diverse Than the number of ice-cream flavors Sold around the world In France They say “faire l’amour” After all who can stop The French from tongue kissing Pillow talk and foreplay Before a little…

Thanksgiving

What is a harvest but a blessing From the Olympians above clouds And the titans beneath a star It is a celebration of the toil of labor Sweat-carved, fate-enabled, hope-outreached When a tradition of colonial Plymouth Plies from the legacy of the plough and sickle From the sower to the gleaner To the waiting lips…

Butterfly

Too many long days Spent searching, too many nights Alone masturbating Too many gin and tonics On a lonely bar in the heart of Colombo Making eye-contact At women with oversized glasses Too many dawns Waking up to myself And my favorite pillow Too many beauty pageants Even black-eyed pretenders Way too many doormats Too…

A Healing Kiss In Paris

Wind dances like a ballerina In candy floss twirls around the Moulin Rouge As the doomsday clock leaned towards midnight On the eve of Friday the 13th After all, a few hours past twilight it was a ghost city Love, the fabric that would Wrap two lips wrapped together Or two bodies unwrapping for the…

After The Kiss

I took my mouth To my own space, when everything Appeared like a diary entry What no amount of deja-vu could ever cure After all a kiss is like a ticket With her own serial number Her own barcode, her own flavor Chocolate rarely vanilla, meatball even carrot As she paces herself in her own…

Lady Luck and Poetic Virgins

Last night at my toastmasters club meeting, there was an impromptu talk on the question of luck in determining the success of any vocation or pastime. There is even a famous formula or equation that mathematically formulates the essence of luck in determining the future outcome of a budding practitioner in any trade, science, medicine…

Railway Yard

I had unprotected sex With my wife, knowing disease Could not touch me even in my darkest nightmare I was not the Orient Express Or the Tran-Siberian railway Not even the Udarata Menike I knew only one station, where you and I got off In a rare instance when two lines converged On to one…