Koththu

There is a dish that was spawned In a little town called Batticoloa Which radiated to conquer the island nation Folk who indulge in chilies to wound their buds And chicken bone to get lodged inside the throat And a little nausea in the tummy That unlimits flow And an excursion to a bedlam of…

Temple

The beauty of a stupa Is not in the white coats of paint Or the flawless curvature or the majestic apex, It is found when pilgrims form queues Carrying blooming lotus flowers A flower of detachment that adorns a little shrine In front of a Buddha statue And tranquilizers the anxious mind From the grip…

Fame

Fable to sable Right to wrong In that unheralded moment You soak in glory A little butterfly Turns to an ugly moth And a flame stands In an oxymoron Called fame. Ebb Becomes a sentence And destiny is Erosion paying forward A levy of self Stitching a mask That with time Turns to skin.