Child or No Child

Indecision, tolling away, Superman looking at a rock of kryptonite, The diamond in my pocket, At a plush restaurant in town. The forever after, the promise, I possess. A vintage wine, And the cork that I spilled open Inside of her little crack. The conclusion that tantalizes, The two lines on a pink strip. The … Continue reading Child or No Child

Driftwood (Poetry Collection) and All Things Color (Coloring Book) for Sale

Dear Readership, My second poetry book is for sale on the internet, and so is, my wife's coloring book. Their links are as follows. https://sarasavi.lk/Book/Driftwood-9553110355 https://www.sarasavi.lk/Book/All-Things-Colour-9553110363. I hope you will enjoy your experiences with them. Thank you Michelle and Dilantha

Under The Mistletoe

How beautiful to be kissing at Christmas, Just to feel the long wingspans, We possess. A moth to a flame, is like Icarus to the sun. Our soft spot for pyromania. We are weak in the face of combustion, Our lips are always looking to burn. I look at your kerosene aura, And your saintly … Continue reading Under The Mistletoe

7 AM at a diner in Nashville

A diner where I ordered breakfast, Looking at all the faces, Truckers to yuppies, And here the egg doesn’t ask, Whether you wear a tie or overalls, Only what your likes are, in food. And you become humanized All of a sudden, How every kite in the skyline, Has the same skin, paper. And all … Continue reading 7 AM at a diner in Nashville

At The Library (Erotica)

  I fell asleep on a text book, Studying, worming through books.   Making swift glances at women Who are bona fide nerds.   The glasses that embellish their faces The library chicks, pecking   On a moment in history, Opening a door, climbing in,   And we are bookies, booking a room Boggling each … Continue reading At The Library (Erotica)

Mimosa

A wedding dress she puts on, And walks in front of a full length mirror, Dreaming of her big day, When rice grains are thrown over her head. A woman who pours herself A mimosa, orange juice and champagne. And after 6 cocktails, she looks up, And sees how beautiful she is now, A bride … Continue reading Mimosa

Father Ducky and The Bible

There’s a priest nicknamed Ducky, Who one day told me to open a bible. I did so in front of him. And he read the bible and told Me to take that as a premonition, Of how my luck will turnout in life. Now I don’t read the bible anymore, A book belonging to Christianity, … Continue reading Father Ducky and The Bible

Post-Coital

A post-coital dilemma, Is you, missing something, The unassailable beauty, Sold by the romance industry, Those sold at counters all over the world. How love sometimes is, Unquantifiable and unequaled And yet sometimes, As blue as a blueberry. Tristesse is a moonless night, Clouded by your fanatical need To picture the naked moon, As cloud … Continue reading Post-Coital