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…

Make America Great Again

A country so queer; distant relatives of once bearded Terrorists who caused havoc on 9/11 back in 2001, Run 7-Eleven stores in the heart of New York; Little stores filled with newspapers, cigarettes, Coffee at dawn, chewing gum, random groceries And of course, some ice cream. And while the American dream for some, Is make…

Dear Nangi (To My Sister)

Find love, The type that presses upon another, And trembles like a blade of grass Upon the wind, and manifests In the smallest acts; Sister, You’re meant for far bigger things. Possess an eye made of mercury, Lips made of sculpted manganese, A body made of magnesium. And let your heart be broken once, So…

Hot Dog

I look out of the window At the icicles, the hot dog vendor and the one beggar Amassing coins. I look at the winter-colors All a ghostly white, remembering the vibrant summer time In Sri Lanka, my country of birth. The roof appears to be sinking all of a sudden, The walls come closer, asphyxiating…

Green Card

Kerala to Las Vegas, Nevada. Lagoons, to a dessert town. The slot machines making Calamitous clanging noises, Of falling bonanzas. While a man goes through A little passage to an immigration officer, Who guards a post, while seated, Letting one man enter inside A narrow aisle, like a coin slipping inside A slot machine. 5…

Await Book No 3 – “Rewiring Destiny”….and perhaps No 4

Yes, the clock is now ticking…..   My third anthology “Rewiring Destiny” should be out at some point in 2019. It has, between 80-110 poems, of which 80%, are novel ones. I no longer write solely for the blog, since I would like to put my poems out, in print.  There are free style poems, rhyming…

Under Mistletoe At Christmas

How nirvana means different things to people, A nicotine high, some cannabis, A little coffee to take away the cravings,  A sugar cookie at the corner shop, A meat pie from a 7/11 store Or under a mistletoe tradition. How the best part of the day, Is looking at my wife listening to Eclectic music,…

Aborigines

A round Eucalyptus bark, gather, B reathless groups of men, dark as cocoa, O verlooking a rusty dome, Uluru, it is called. R emembering an adolescence of gleaning, I ndustrious in harnessing the abracadabra of a land; G oing for a bath to a billabong, to a high on pituri, I ndigenous, and still loyal…