I dread the sound of my voice To come up with the perfect words to get shot down By your gold standard. I knew you would not be easy. Silence can be muted, especially when there Is a paradigm shift to one response and a bottomless pit for the other. The daffodil was not done … Continue reading Unspoken (To Mr Darcy)
Hope can be a recluse that is befitting Of a company or a crowd. Sometimes the greatest dimensions are carved By the promising hour and the dare of Surpassing the courage you were born with. To be brave is new territory, it is Blossoming a crooked smile that is neither Symmetrical nor flashy but a … Continue reading Hope in a Time of Covid
I was telling a catholic priest yesterday, How immoral the world is now and they Are languishing in fear to call a spade a spade. Pre-marital sex in catholic ideology will always be a sin. I the man who kissed a woman for the First time on my 38th bday will always stay true to … Continue reading A Moral World that Stands for Love
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?
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
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.
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 … Continue reading -I Love You-