January

The beginning of a new year, Looking at a new calendar, With a picturesque view of the Sri Lankan coast,  And 31 days of being two-faced, The hangover face from last year, And a new year’s face, that applies an anti-septic To the wounds of the year before, while Looking inside that bucket, That is … Continue reading January

Now

Carpe diem! The eternal words Of a Dead Poets Society. Present, is the moment When the aura of tomorrow Seduces an action, and the past Is left lurking, in the conclusion Of the absence of renewal Of lapsed time. And the present Is best designed, when you least anticipate it And the future creeps unnoticed … Continue reading Now