We are the glow, we are the dullness
We are born as rhinoceros beetles, with a unicorn’s horn
On our tips and ledges
We eventually become fireflies
We transform, we metamorphose
We renew our bodies from solitude to solace.
When we molt the unicorn’s horn
And make light pour in from another white-lighter
And we pour that out, as luminescence.
We open windows that become doors.
And doors lead to little rooms.
And when we have lit the room with a bulb
We find a little home that we will
Enter thousands of times more.
And we keep a shoebox inside of us
That collects mementos from every room.
The stolen moments of bliss, of paradise, of medium.
And some doors are always open
They never close.
That is how you know you’re in love.
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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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