Notre Dame

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…

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Inferno in New York

How the night has infinite possibilities, In New York City. As a Sri Lankan man In Manhattan, in a new blue checked shirt, On a new street he has never set his eyes on before, A 27 year old virgin, who was brand-spanking new, Just like an un-driven car in a dealership, Searching for a…

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Redhead

How beautiful to blaze away, Like an amber flame, That dances in the crazy wind,  And bundles to an elastic hair band, After a morning shower. How every thread-like leaf, Carelessly frolics in the daylight hours, Each a sculpture in blazing red. And sunburnt and rain-spoiled, they stand, Like the red tiles, on an angled…

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