Teaching a Teenager the Concept of Life Ahead

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 &…

First Kiss

I was potty trained, Schooled, grad-schooled, And yet, nothing Could prepare me to The moment, when I learnt, That some epiphanies, Are so magnetic, they Make lips, probe, anneal And stay for a while.

-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…

On Father’s Day 2018 (To my Dad)

The difference, between “my father”, And “our father”, is that, one gave me life, In the form of a tiny, swimming tadpole,  And stood as my canopy, On my darkest night; while the other, Gave me heavenly incandescence, To evaporate my tears, and to mirror my face With the saffron sun. While I thank my…

A Sri Lankan Obituary (Humor Poem)

Lalith died of complications of the lung Pneumonia they call it. Haemophilus pneumoniae And water in the lungs. He inhaled sooty smog And air conditioned with Legionella He ate koththu roti with Staphylococci and cockroach droppings, He kissed with Herpes and made love with a strain of Gonorrhea He ate MSG filled Chinese for all…

We Are Who We Are

##   How the wedding day, had two shifts, We danced in both. In the dayshift To a Christina Perri number, That, the first and only dance, And the other, to the silence of The night. The little we knew, about The dance moves, the choreography, And still we did something That night. How when…

A Life Lesson in Kindness

## From Botany bay, to A business called Botanik, To the Botanical prints That fall off life size models, We hear the whispers of The dryads, those that occupy Trees, as guardian angels. We water the roots, and add fertilizer. We are gardeners of an orchard, The “shoot and root” beauties That sequester carbon, To…

Writer’s Grief

I guess there are too many of us, Like prawns in the ocean. Every prawn has something to give, Not just a little curved body. The crust is the skin deep, But we are deeper, than a water well, The roped buckets we send, Down the lexicon well. We are all crustaceans selling our crusts,…

Graduation

How graduation in education, Is going up a scale, while in love, it is A staircase down a dungeon,  From first base curiosity, To second base fumbles, To third base in the backseat Of a car, while fourth base awaits With palm prints and talon marks. While an advertisement with Kim Kardashian, comes on a…