Every Nicholas Sparks
Novel has a twist to the plot.
And there’s nothing more heartbreaking
Than the loss of a larger-than-life character.
And I, two years into my marriage
Is hopelessly scared that I might not be worthy
Of a woman, who looks through a kaleidoscope
And is married to a man who looks
Through the porthole of a leaking trawler.
And glee and gloom they do mix very well though
On an abstract painting that slips
Unnoticed to the future, taking us along.
The vanilla skies beautifully afloat
Until the gale blows
And we jaywalk like the monsoons
Until we crash into each other
When accidents leave behind casualties
Of our own securities, that prolong the beauty
Of moan-powered engines
Of those mounds of flesh on a marriage bed
By itself, a bedrock.
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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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