How To Find God?

There are Cinderella stories And jackpots. Still nothing beats The man searching for God in this revolving Waste dump. God seem to adhere To the NIMBY signs – Not in My Back Yard – And lives in a far-away land Too far for the sequoia ladders Or the rain poles or even for that matter…

Little Insects

She, the wasp that could glide The butterfly with frock-like wings Drawn like a moth to a flame To a cockroach lurking In her heart. Her cheeks blushed And pimpled like bite marks Of bed bugs. She hung on Like a flea to his flesh and milked The sap like an aphid. The waggle Dance…

America

They look North And they see a welfare system Of a generous maple leaf nation. The sugar maple destinies of Syrian refugees Slinking through Ataturk’s ambit Through little geometries in Cappadocia. They look South They see mules stashed with babies And fetuses, crossing the Chihuahua dessert Plodding on cracked earth Crawling through a little hole…

My PhD Years at Home

On the cul-de-sac Our home lied – Where I spent my 20s. A place of fond memories – My PhD years. It is a very uncommon practice For a man to spend his post-graduate years In his parents’ house. But I was an outlier. I didn’t wish for anything else. Sometimes, home is not just…

April

The policeman’s arms stood in a frenzy Like he was preparing for the Olympics A strange scarecrow appearance was there About him, when he finally idled His arms. My wife and I, were sitting in the car Looking on in the traffic. We knew April in Sri Lanka is when all the shoppers Come out…