To be,
To exist or live,
To prolong or carpe diem…
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Caught in these trappings
Gurus define; I go topsy and turvy
Through the navel of an hourglass
As I waste away, knowing life
Is just a meaningless inertia,
Of what we collect to furnish meaning,
Love, riches, photographs and memories.
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And still, we are just as empty
As we can be, knowing the mightiest truths,
That lighthouses are lonely,
Ships are lost, and the mermaid hunter
Lives large, looking at the rocks
Through the lumen of a periscope,
As manatees swim by.
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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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