Haikus on Caribous

How in tens they appear, Through the ghostly woods, Shaming Walmart. Those deciduous branches, A far cry from tips of antlers. Like acorns & pine cones. How in the heart of winter, Caribous trek thick dunes of snow, Masts but no sail. Tundra in a meltdown, While the boreal shifts latitudes, As do caribous. Through…

Ode to Muthiah Muralitharan

We don’t deep fry our crickets like in parts of Vietnam, we Make men with defective joints, Into a fanfare, a circus. How 800 test Scalps, is no small feat, As a smiling assassin, surpasses Crazy Horse, in counts and statistics. Cricket, needed a universal hero And that man who owned A Jam factory, made…

Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, Elon Musk

There are places like the stones of Stonehenge, Older than most sights and structures, Made of the mortal and the divine.  While Golgotha, is the place, where one man, picked a rugged cross and climbed up a hill, while whips cracked like flames. In one sacrifice, which only counted to three days Inside a coma,…

Mary Magdalene

  How a woman, who escaped A barrage of stones danced to Jesus, The sweet music of a mandolin, A step closer, the belly dancing navel, Looking like a whirlpool, sultry And inviting. How a woman, who could Sweeten Jesus’s lips, with The sweetest flow-through Of viscous honey.   Her body, which like the walls…

A Poem in Kitaab Journal

One of my earlier poems that was accepted by Kitaab journal, was published just today. Please take a look if you have time. Poetry: Sunday by Dilantha Gunawardana

Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…