Flowers (To Orlando) In the war Between haves and have-nots Of a license to make-love Lies an awakening of consciences When only our heirloom Holds the branding iron, tattooed by burn-ink As on gender-less plains are many hued blooms Of symmetry and asymmetry Equally beautiful and equally hand-picked By tender palms of kismet To embellish and beautify A piece of furniture With a blossom of sin.

Finding Wings Broken twigs of lace Like a hula-hoop around her hipbones As she slowly extended her wings And unstiffened her winglets Weathering the heat Of touch-sweltered flesh She leaped to his ridged arms Draping all of her in satin-caress And she laughed and twinkled Her nectar-strewn irises As she bathed his body And sprinkled cherry blossoms All over his rugged ...

I can physically feel the hollow between my arms that yearns to be filled, to hold him close. An infinity of emotions concealed floodgates secured, holding a hurricane of feelings sigh after unheaved sigh – locked up within inert lungs love, this scented foam clogging my heart making me suffocate. Eyes gazing at a shadow, a turned back -leaving unconcerned ...

Catholic Living I’m deeply disappointed and perplexed at how some writers define catholic living. Articles on Catholic living habitually contain a biblical line or two, and is defined by two transactions – sin and forgiveness. Mercy is a commodity this day and age and is seen as redemption for a sinner. In the devaluation of sin, confessionals have become brothels, where ...

The One That Got Away I hold what is dear in nostalgia Coffees that were never brewed Inside a Colombo coffee house And the window panes spared Of eavesdropped anecdotes And the day which never became a date As it journeyed from the past To the future in mere inertia I look down that lonely boulevard Where chairs were dusted And coffee mugs washed ...

Elephant Inside the premises of a temple A creature lies as cynosure Armed with his tooth-might Even competing with the graceful stupa In endearing grandeur And a few miles down the road That same creature can be found As god of the sciences and arts Sitting on the pedestal of revered alters And this strange but lovable creature Is both ...

June musings today, is a hot chocolate day... kettle, self-important fogging up the panes pear trees -far vivid in their mustard raindrops frantic on a slanted racetoday, is a hot chocolate day... a day to curl up under a faded purple quilt reading-not reading Coetzee's 'Disgrace' wondering idly 'where did the years go?'pic- Camberwell, Melb

Election One day Amidst the chemistry of gaze And the anatomy of love We simply could not weather The monsoons within As flood gates opened To the overflow of the present to the future As we made an everlasting memory In lip-slips and tongue-slides When two sovereignties yielded To the perfect democracy Of casting their vote Through the ballot box Of two waiting lips.

Covalancy All around one finds Flamingo-pink tools of love-making When everything in pink forms and un-forms With no trace of uniform Just like a wave, where no two instances Are identical or broken in perpetuation As the noise of percussion Ushers in music – the high-pitched kind – Until the sound of the death note And then you get off ...

Untitled Post “Breathing in the solid darkness digging two graves inside my eyes, Bound to a new moon spilling decay Kissing the softness of death giving life.” — Copyrights Senali Perera 2016 (5.6.2016 6:00 p.m.) Print: Joseph Sattler from Modern Dance of Death – 1894

Nirvana Round and round Like a merry-go-round Is a top-heavy and bottom-light top That will usher in a carousal Of rebirth and renewal When prima ballerina Will pirouette in perfect circles In her candy-floss skirt, until it’s time to let go – To escape from the ouroboro Of cyclic metamorphosis – When pendulums arrest And clocks freeze And there will ...

Grammatical Wedding Alter is a place Embellished by many verbs – worship, exalt and kindle – Where flames burn And offerings are made When two pronouns – you and me Are defined by a noun – love As prelude ushers in One pledge of everlast Hyphenated in gold

Adara Kathawa (Love Story) Adara kathawa – love story Will always be a little different Possessing different chemistries Articulating distinct professions Of love’s smorgasbord Love – adaraya – is Seemingly eye-glimmering Heart-cheering and lip-pacifying And will burn alaya – lust Till only whisks remain And those lapses of sensibility Become ineffaceable montages Bonded in time-atoms Flowing past inlets Wetting emotions When lover – ...

A Smile We smile at strangers Wanting reciprocation, wishing courtesy A smile is easy When the heart skips And the gait fleets And your anchors are In their resting places And sometimes we Are gravity-nurturers Cradling the murk and the gloom When a smile is seemingly An anti-anthesis Feigned in haste, in drudge A meniscus of pretense Of unfluidish curve A ...

[Featured image courtesy Amantha Perera, IRIN News Editor’s note: This poignant piece is the final of a series of poems submitted by the author as entry criteria for the Write to Reconcile Programme, which brings together emerging writers with the goal of writing fiction, memoirs or poetry on issues of conflict, peace, reconciliation, memory and trauma in Sri Lanka, post-war.] “Catch it!” Two words that snap ...

The memories, the joyous , wonderful memories.. Haunting,  they are haunting the present mind and soul Tearing , tearing knowing that you cannot have them back Linger, the memories linger… bringing pain and sorrow cutting your heart like a knife..

Taxidermy She had a gold ring And lilies in her bouquet And she took the plunge Down that narrow corridor Leading to affirmation in the solemnity of “I do”s And five hours later Once a hotel room door opened They moved in, and she was skinned, stuffed And displayed before his own two eyes As his own specimen Preserved for ...

Photo by Louis Cahill In January last year, I visited Mullaitivu. Since it was after dusk, I decided to find lodging just for one night. During the day, I had the opportunity of listening to the horror stories of local Tamils who were caught in the final onslaught on Mullivaikkal and the alleged massacre of civilians in the government’s bid ...

Flipping Burgers Poems are burgers to me……. Words were grilled and tossed And lettuce was of the earth-quality And the egg was a sign of renewal The patty was the source Of what was browned, even burned To a deck of filler And the bread was the risen dough Of the alphabet that was baked To hold packed verses The poem ...

[Featured image courtesy IRIN News. Editor’s note: This is the second of a series of poems submitted by the author as entry criteria for the Write to Reconcile Programme, which brings together emerging writers with the goal of writing fiction, memoirs or poetry on the issues of conflict, peace, reconciliation, memory and trauma in Sri Lanka, post-war.] She marched through the streets in ...

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