Who is to care for the forever-after-in-a-coma? Who is to redeem the eyes that bleed salt? Who is to mend the china heart? Who is to blame for the perfect storm? And the lighthouse that is far beyond? Who is to blame for the stadium that became A refuge after sieging Katherina? Who is the … Continue reading Who is to blame?
Like a black man with a green book Walking into a rundown ill-lit diner, Where he will be welcomed and given A meal of the Antebellum South. Jim Crow was the way back then, What George Floyd is sadly today. Black men Dance down by the side of the Hudson, The songs of acapella, of … Continue reading Racism in America
Guys are told to play the field, To see the chest for not what lies beneath But what lies above and over. We want our spines not to be bribed To the cowardice, only to a leap of faith. The orange is not judged by its rind. Is there a bigger deprivation Than keeping a … Continue reading Inner Beauty
My latest piece on the romanticism, loyalty, inclusivity and palettes of a quirky country. This was published in Kitaab in 2021. Have a read!! https://kitaab.org/2021/02/17/ticketless-travel-love-a-sri-lankan-story-by-dilantha-gunawardana/
Love chooses "the one" It is then when you see your Own world, smaller than the The one in front that presses Upon you in convergence. Life is the anarchy of hope, It is fulfillment of what hangs In there, it is the organic tenure, Until the inorganic fate. It is crushing a pimple & … Continue reading Teaching a Teenager the Concept of Life Ahead
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 … Continue reading Notre Dame
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 … Continue reading Make America Great Again
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 … Continue reading Dear Nangi (To My Sister)