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…

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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,…

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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…

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Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, Elon Musk

There are places like the stones of Stonehenge, Older than most sights and structures, Made of the mortal and the divine.  While Golgotha, is the place, where one man, picked a rugged cross and climbed up a hill, while whips cracked like flames. In one sacrifice, which only counted to three days Inside a coma,…

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A Poem in Kitaab Journal

One of my earlier poems that was accepted by Kitaab journal, was published just today. Please take a look if you have time. Poetry: Sunday by Dilantha Gunawardana

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Three Poems in Peacock Journal

Three poems of mine in the Peacock Journal. http://peacockjournal.com/dilantha-gunawardana-three-poems/

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Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

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-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…

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