An Arranged Marriage in Childhood, to obtain a Green Card

Look how beautiful the pitch dark is, When we let our porcelain bodies, Welcome and shatter each other. We, Geetha and Sachin, met, On the day of the nuptials, as near-perfect strangers, In a pledge that was 22 years old, back When our parents, took us, and plunged us. And today, we jumped from the…

Kilimanjaro

The snow that won’t fall easily, Only melt inside our stubborn hearts, Our bodies, crashing like meteors, As the thread between us, Becomes a rope holding us tighter, closer, Day after day, and two gold rings Orbiting two ring fingers, As we let the snow in our heart, melt away. The gradients of warmth that…

A Thing or Two about Arranged Marriages

There are so many things That run on the aphorism of “finders keepers”. Love, fate, Hobby, career, sexuality for some, Each a treasure that has no real map, You find and you keep, And some people are so lucky They are gifted everything, and they don’t Even search, Arranged marriages, Boring sexualities, perennial hobbies, Permanent…

An Arranged Marriage in Sri Lanka

To live in mirth and hearth To feel breathless, to gift one mortal The essence of what is forever gratuitous And free of dimensions or measurements What will hold back longing And perpetuate desire Where there will essentially be a walk to remember A beautiful journey on a narrow footpath In the constant shadow of rings…