Hen House

  My wife and her friends are about to throw A hen’s party to the bridesmaid at our wedding. When my wife will go to breadtalk And buy some short-eats and finger food For a night of frolic and merry-making. And in Sri Lanka There are no male strippers yet they still Find ways to … Continue reading Hen House

20 Years of Love

I look at a freaking freckle Seemingly like the teenage years. The armpit Odor still smells the same And the heart dances to what the eyes Sponge – the goddesses that become Muses of desire. We never really outgrow the teenage spirit. Touching 40 and still the occasional window shopper With absolutely no ambition To … Continue reading 20 Years of Love