Love chooses "the one" It is then when you see your Own world, smaller than the The one in front that presses Upon you in convergence. Life is the anarchy of hope, It is fulfillment of what hangs In there, it is the organic tenure, Until the inorganic fate. It is crushing a pimple & … Continue reading Teaching a Teenager the Concept of Life Ahead
How prayers that stood on tongue tips, Carving plumes of noise, as She, the lady of Paris, resists the dragons, Looming like the sun at sunset, and still, She will rise to the heavens, unlike Babel, To prove that no man can Vanquish Notre Dame, or decimate The memory of pilgrims scattered all over this … Continue reading Notre Dame
Find love, The type that presses upon another, And trembles like a blade of grass Upon the wind, and manifests In the smallest acts; Sister, You’re meant for far bigger things. Possess an eye made of mercury, Lips made of sculpted manganese, A body made of magnesium. And let your heart be broken once, So … Continue reading Dear Nangi (To My Sister)
I look out of the window At the icicles, the hot dog vendor and the one beggar Amassing coins. I look at the winter-colors All a ghostly white, remembering the vibrant summer time In Sri Lanka, my country of birth. The roof appears to be sinking all of a sudden, The walls come closer, asphyxiating … Continue reading Hot Dog
I was potty trained, Schooled, grad-schooled, And yet, nothing Could prepare me to The moment, when I learnt, That some epiphanies, Are so magnetic, they Make lips, probe, anneal And stay for a while.
Kerala to Las Vegas, Nevada. Lagoons, to a dessert town. The slot machines making Calamitous clanging noises, Of falling bonanzas. While a man goes through A little passage to an immigration officer, Who guards a post, while seated, Letting one man enter inside A narrow aisle, like a coin slipping inside A slot machine. 5 … Continue reading Green Card
How nirvana means different things to people, A nicotine high, some cannabis, A little coffee to take away the cravings, A sugar cookie at the corner shop, A meat pie from a 7/11 store Or under a mistletoe tradition. How the best part of the day, Is looking at my wife listening to Eclectic music, … Continue reading Under Mistletoe At Christmas
A round Eucalyptus bark, gather, B reathless groups of men, dark as cocoa, O verlooking a rusty dome, Uluru, it is called. R emembering an adolescence of gleaning, I ndustrious in harnessing the abracadabra of a land; G oing for a bath to a billabong, to a high on pituri, I ndigenous, and still loyal … Continue reading Aborigines