Chores (To Michelle)

KITE DREAMS
I took out the strainer And threw out the chicken bones And the leftover rice And every time I seem to Do the things I take for granted I seem to live a little more Seemingly larger than me Larger than any version of me from the past Larger than life and larger Than our “I do” bubble Still much smaller than your heart Neglecting my neglect

Beginnings

KITE DREAMS
In the first-blossom of love You find a small part of history Being made, when dynasties Begin, and a seemingly innocuous feeling Flusters and palpitates the deepest node And billows the most frugal artery And headlong is the avalanche That slides through soul-aperture Letting acquiescent lips unleash A scarlet landslide

To Michelle

KITE DREAMS
I watch you Sometimes with a hawkish eye At your gathering exercises When the broom assembles together The clutter by us, and all the time I am the watcher – seemingly oblivious As your grace becomes older And that smooth surface grows lines And dark patches encircle As dark matter fills galactic spaces And I still know that you ...

රෙද්දේ සංහිදියා - Intractable Coexistence

මාතලන්
  රෙද්දේ සංහිදියා   ************  ලිව් වාට පොත් තමිලිනි ගත් තාට පොත් දුවමිනි වැඩක් නෑ පද්මිනි නිවෙන් නෑ බං ඒ ගිනි ඉතිරියත් කියවන්න.....>>>

Mrs Shodienger and her cat // ශොඩින්ගර් මහත්මිය සහ ඇගේ බැළලිය

Pinchpoint
Mrs Shodinger sat with her cat on her lap purring sleeping pretendingwatching a man watching a box He islistening through the edges of right angles coming up withquontam explainaitionsto dimensional problems Dinner's getting coldShe's getting tooold for this And then the cathad to meow***ශොඩින්ගර් මහත්මිය සිටියාය හිඳ ඈ උකුලේ බැළලිය පුරු පුරු ගාමින් නිදි හොරට ඔහු සොයයි ක්වන්ටම් හේතුවක් ත්‍රිමාණ ...

Expectations

KITE DREAMS
You’re the Lansi Kella – the burger girl Who loves to trace her ancestry Quarter Belgian, some German, A barmy filling of English And you’re still searching for the lost link The unknown pedigree that can make you A little bit of royalty And I love you for all that – the conquistador in you Who will trace maps ...

Death

KITE DREAMS
We cross the twilight Dancing in macabre, eyes-clasped And bone-shivering in the aftermath Of a cold spell And something dark looms Like an eclipse overlapping the lungs And the painfully-drawn air Is emptied from grape-like air sacs And you, the soul that was, Is now gliding through the space-time Continuum, like a freed-slave With chain-marks still afresh and scarlet ...

Vows

KITE DREAMS
We are vow creatures Seemingly kept in line By a pledge, or the remembrance Of one done long ago and we keep our Piece of the bargain, to love, to cherish To keep the hands clean When that saucy siren seemingly knocks on your door And keeping the hands dirty When she is down with the flu And you’re ...

Betel Leaves and Areca Nuts

KITE DREAMS
You get the peppery betel leaves And the areca nuts, a seemingly innocuous practice Embellished with slaked lime, and the mouth Instantly turns to crimson tides Of churning color and in that bloody red paste And a seemingly strange practice of chewing a biological brew Lies a tradition of tea pluckers and rubber tappers Of a folk-mainstay of slicing ...

Saudade

KITE DREAMS
Seasons unfold Sprouting new life-giving creatures That the heart holds special Infatuation becomes a thing of the recent past And something compass-driven And feeling-chiseled takes over Prone to immutability Seemingly unlike late puberty and the flu season When you feel a running heart At every beautiful creature That passes you by And when that inescapable Love-tune enters that groovy ...

Habeas Corpus

Groundviews
Featured image courtesy Amalini de Sayrah We returned to the place Where we were buried in a hurry “Let’s look for our bodies,” we said We searched the edge of the lagoon, the marsh Where uniformed men said summary executions Make great photos Behind walls embroidered with bullet marks Inside derelict schools and churches, graveyards and abandoned wells We even ...

Blinking Stars

~BLOG ZASHGAL~
Loads of stars up in the sky Just together blinking alike Each of them has a very own story Light years away all lonely

Blinking Stars

~BLOG ZASHGAL~
Loads of stars up in the sky Just together blinking alike But each one of them has their own story Light years away all lonely...

Translation

KITE DREAMS
I furrow Through the night-darkness It seems we don’t make love With the lights on – Let’s say that was God’s gift Fate’s way of making us “very special” Made for each other in odd’s disequilibrium And we don’t bungle our way Through switches or care about how beautiful The intercourse of brawn and beauty is We only have ...

Self-Reflection

KITE DREAMS
Sometime we are sylphs Weightless like a feather when we feel The thrill of every passing moment With a spring in one’s step And sometimes – notoriously often….. We are circumspect, inner-wheels turning And the outer in a deadlock or stalemate Seemingly caught between two worlds The perfect Archie paradox – Betty or Veronica Yet at the end of ...

ආලය අන්ධද..? - Is Love Blind...?

මාතලන්
එසේය ස්වාමිනී...!යෙදෙන කල සක්මනෙහි,අතින් අත වෙලාගන,මුසපත්ව ස්නේහයෙන්.දේහයම කිති කැවෙයි,ඇඟිලි තුඩු පහරකින්.නිලංකාරය දෑස,පෙලෙයි හිත උමතුවෙන්,මහද ශෘංගාරයෙන්.හිරුත් නැති, සඳුද නැති,කණමැදිරි එළිය වැනි,තාරකාවන් දිලේ,අඳුරූ වූ අහස් ගැබ,නේක වූ වරණයෙන්.කෙසේ නම් දෙකින්නෙද,අවට ඇති පරිසරය,කනමැදිරි එළියකින්,නිලංකර දෑසකින්..?කනවැලද අල්ලාන,ඇවිද යමි ප්‍රේමයෙන්.නෙතු පියෙයි රාගයෙන්...!!!-x- - මාතලන් - ...

Life Begins at 40 (On my 40th B’day)

KITE DREAMS
Viagra billboard in San Jose With age everything gets thicker The waistline, glasses and the shirt-fit But then you realize – as you stare at your wife – What a blessing age is, after all, all you have to do Is to look at the her hips and buttocks To realize that age is a miracle worker After all that ...

After the Break-up

KITE DREAMS
You hold on to the toothbrush For as long as possible, and the comb She left behind with residual tresses Seems precious – a collector’s item Even memory’s space craft And you realize the little things that she brought To the front of the sink or the mirror Every detail of her pajamas and how a dress Perfectly falls ...

Hopeless in America

KITE DREAMS
It must be terrible to be of no hope! They say the radical fruit Grows from the deepest roots Sour as a yellow-lemon to the beholder Yet sweet inside, like a ripe melon Which grew inside breasts And it is said with time, the radical stance Will find itself shrinking exponentially Until dwindled to a pus or yeast cell ...

Truth and Lies, Feces and Words

KITE DREAMS
The only truth that leaves the human body Is digested food and throngs of bacteria And that they call “feces” and all the half-truths which come out Of the other end are measured, analyzed and explained In volumes of dictionaries and thesauruses And that forms the lexicon of lies After all the human existence is based On the unswallowable ...