Jaffna Children 2

Through the patchwork horizon You hear of rehabilitation and reinstatement of civilians Where they once belonged. And here, you too find, ragamuffins That sweat imbued innocence Grafting the hoodoo of the wind To hover a kite on the Jaffna sky And just a mile ahead, there is an old man A tiger sympathizer, smoking A…

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Jaffna Children 1

And in Jaffna’s limestone soil Where chalk appears as jewels next to the black board So brilliant, they make light traverse A great divide. Here children, who were too young for war, Weather the storms and come up on The other sides like tiger sharks Who carve through destiny’s waters With fins made of steel…

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The Color Purple

In Jaffna, Dioscorea alata is a morning delicacy Boiled yam with a healthy serving Of coconut milk and sugar Mashed into a porridge like consistency And this colorful dish Is a celebration of new beginnings When an aura rises from a shadow A reminder that before renewal Time could only hemorrhage purple spurts From oxygenated…

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No Longer Blind (Jaffna on Google Maps)

The mapless is now the mapped The frontier has now been trekked By man and machine Where in those sweet words of “Go Ogle” You have a microscopic view Of one macrocosm – left behind Where once dirty oil-laden sweat droplets Trickled down trigger fingers As on both sides of the divide Lives were deracinated…

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Jaywalking to Anonymity

Note – This is a poem that I wrote for the Amnesty International poetry competition on missing persons in Sri Lanka. However I changed my mind and submitted a different poem, to which I haven’t got a reply from them. There is an automatic response system according to the Amnesty International website but I’m wondering…

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A Kite In Jaffna

Floating to the wind Hearing whispers of prayers – of the living And the silence of solitude – of the dead A kite holds her poise on an azure skyline Where no mausoleums were ever laid in brick On scarred veneers of limestone earth Where voices were silenced by fear And hope butchered by apathy Where…

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Honeymoon In Delft Island (2)

We walked with morsels of sand  Underneath our feet We held each other’s hips  With the underside of our palms I tickled you in the underbelly As we sat on the undergrowth Of Delft island Where mustangs roam And two bodies were loaned – to each other Nonsensical in understanding Pealing off each other’s underwear…

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Honeymoon in Delft Island

That morning Where the mustangs of Delft Left footsteps on the sand As you and me Tip-toed to each others hearts And painted the Jaffna horizon With the color of holi Where two naked bodies Faded to the sunset Outlived by the memory Of the first sunrise

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Jaffna

Among tube wells that carve into limestone rock And wild mustangs that gallop on northernmost isles Amidst Palmyra trees waltzing to the evergreen mistral And wind-carved soil, even bullet-laden walls Where journeys are etched On mother earth and on scrolls of the heart Where rain gods are absent on patchwork terraces Yet gods of the…

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