Too many words
Unspoken, unfelt, undermined
You skim like glaze on skin
You bury inside a worm hole
And still in absentia of soul-works
And heart-chemistries
You find the grind, the twist, the torque
Voiding that boggling feeling.
And that feeling can suckle
Moisture from a deep aquifer
Of sometimes lost
And forgotten collectibles
And the moment, when the source
Of nostalgic retrospection
Is sprinkled out through
The porthole of an eye,
With no forewarning,
You know implicitly that
Truth is the levy you pay
To be 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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