Carpe diem! The eternal words
Of a Dead Poets Society.
Present, is the moment
When the aura of tomorrow
Seduces an action, and the past
Is left lurking, in the conclusion
Of the absence of renewal
Of lapsed time. And the present
Is best designed, when you least anticipate it
And the future creeps unnoticed
And makes a little incursion, a prelude of sorts.
– The foretaste of a kiss, the foreplay to love
Foreigners that become familiar,
The forensic that blooms avalanches,
And landslides that drown
An inch of melancholy.
When what time encloses in a moment
Is freed from time’s embrace
Famished history is fed with the future,
Through the always insatiable lips
Of a black hole.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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