A Sri Lankan Woman

Sri Lankan woman, Stands at a junction, to embark, On a career or a baby, rarely both,¬† Toying with her need of the hour, To juggle the onus of Being the graceful gender, And a descendent, Of mitochondrial eve. How beautiful is a woman in a sari, A brief exhibition of her navel, A glimpse…

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Girl Next Door

I saw rainbows around your eyes And pink skies on your cheeky hemispheres I could see your glittering sequin sari Embellished with loops of embroidery I gazed at your pitch black hair fall like a waterfall from heaven And your forehead adorned with a crimson moon I saw everything I had failed to see before…

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Sari

The fine filaments of the silk worm And the craftsmanship of a weaving mill In the flowing movements Of to and fro, left and right, up and down Weaving the intricacies of films of silk Where waves of different length light Form interfaces, edges and sharp corners¬† On a draping of vibrant colors A silky…

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