Fusiform

A muscle spindle is fusiform In shape, so is a leaf, spelling out That nature is filled with Fusiform geometries. I learn that medicine Too has fusiform, blood clots And aneurisms, which can give You death in an instant. Then there are pasta, also spindle Shaped, as fusilli, the Latin word For fusiform. Then I…

Stranger in Japan

The ocean reclines, ebbing away Like the kimono of a geisha, While in the next room, a foreigner Waits for some pleasure. Entertainment Turns itself on, in the submissiveness of a knee, And the warmth of a tea cup. They lose all their inhibitions, while The corn flake skin on the stranger’s epidermis Makes a…

Birds

I was partial to you not knowing, That you and I, would surrender to Make us gods of bed manners, And we seemed, only to entertain, The practice of valuation of contact And appreciation of taste or flavor, The rocket science of feelings, It tells you, let her climb the mountain, Slowly, pacing along, the…

New Born

The pink slip is an end, Two pink lines was a beginning, Which trickled to a pink-patch chord Cut from her bud, to usher In first singularity – life. And in that never-ending story Of the most obsessive feeling, trapped, Inside a palpitation-prone pink enclosure A labyrinth of valves and vessels, All in shades of…

Memory – An Honest Look

Every pill the doctor orders does Not work on you. For example, You cannot take a paracetamol for a viral  Infection. You’re a prize idiot If you do so. Apple a day – which comes in the form of my wife – Does not make the melancholy go away. Memory pills, they too exist, especially…

The Man They Call “The Emergent Poet”

I didn’t comb my hair Still I looked chic in a buttoned shirt. I heard the announcer leak out my name I became in an instant, cheek to belly button, Dorsal to ventral, back to front From notorious Dilantha To emergent author The kite dream hovering like a slogan In the air, selling my brand…

Autumn

You wonder, how you can describe Autumn to a child. I guess you can always Show a rubber tree, deciduous in December, And brightening up in luminous leaflets, The following April. That is how we see The leaves fall here in Sri Lanka. Still nothing turns gold here. Everything is just as bare as naked…

9/11 – The After Story

There are flea markets in Tribeca Little migrant stalls selling Pakistani Cashmere, Chinese ornaments and African curios. While a little upwards, Madison Square garden hosts a Floyd Mayweather fight. While a long way downwind, you have renewal, A 9/11 memorial, a structure that epitomizes The fighting spirit of the common man. The days of Marcione…

God

There is nothing more subjective than god. Some people carry him in their pockets, Some on their tongue, Some on their back, While other they camouflage god Inside profanities, And still god, he creeps through Cracks in your system, Beautifying that strange sanctum Called the soul, with bullet Proof walls. God is just Weatherproofing tomorrow…