A Paraplegic’s Proposal (In Sickness and in Health) The flame-tested soul And crescendo-tearing heart Could only gaze at his upward leaned eyes Searching for an eternity in one paltry second And when her nodding chin said it all Tempests stormed his eyes As he rolled towards her vermilion isles – In disbelief and awe -, her mouth slowly descended to his As four lips clasped tightly together ...

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Eelam Woman There in ancient Persia Was an empire where women Were guardians of state and land And from that bed of matriarchy – A land called “Elam”- rose a beautiful word “Serendip” which transformed In time to serendipity And from that word, seemingly Eden Rose the legacy of the palmyra tree – “eelam” Toddy tappers spurting Bullet rounds and foreheads ...

Hay Fever We were like the misty pollen Swarming in the wind Carelessly simple yet vividly mad As our bodies swam in the summer rain Until fabrics were moisture-heavy And my beloved’s larger-than-life breasts Were imploring for the palms-feel Basking in the sheer lingerie Of soaked white cotton We played hide and seek As we unzipped and unbuttoned And kindled the ...

Australia In a convict haven On the outskirts of a botanical bay Rests the roots of civilization Celtic in origin, now a hodge-podge Of ivory, olive, bamboo and curry Where surfboards rise to conquer cascades And divers sink to gaze at coral tapestries A land of eucalyptus leaves and didgeridoos Wailing to wind formations Under the belly of a rainbow ...

E-mail Seemingly elephant mail In the nineties, even after the millennium Now embattled in a race Of extinction and returning from extinction – Dodo-mail or doodle-mail – It still is too, yet another hierarchically officious oracle Yahoo, perhaps even yikes and yelp The many cries of articulation Baked in the kiln of the intellect And unveiled in print, sent through ...

As the earth turns away from a merciless sun and faces the ever comforting dark pool of sparkly bodies the veil of palpable blackness settles around my being enclosing me in a familiar high A familiar numbness spreading within me taming the raging fires, all my sharp-edged sorrows welcoming serenity – a sense of entirety, of release The darkness is cool balm ...

Stuffing capsules into my brain forcing light into my comforting darkness to slay the endearing phantom that haunts within for my eyes don’t reflect their definition of joy Stuffing capsules into my brain so my lips would bear their sickly sweet happiness My soul receiving doses of cure forcing one more happy day into a wretched lifelong story Stuffing capsules into ...

Ballad To Venus Hold me For I’m the cotton handkerchief To your pale blue eyes Rope me For I’m the rugged jetty To your untrusting shoulder-blades Wait for me For I’m the Nimbus cloud To your heart’s drought Bloom on me For I’m the crescent of the night To your tender jasmine eyes Lean on me For my feet are your tap ...

Counting Serendipity (Post-War Sri Lanka) Nearly 42 million eye-lanterns Sharing 46 chromosomes Walking past 100 different labels and signposts Of brand names and street graffiti 21 million people sharing a 2500 year history Playing the numbers game of fate’s odds Where in 65610 square miles There is enough room for four ethnicities Tribesmen, native puritans and purana folk Even the drifters and the displaced ...

Peace In the playground of life There are obese buttocks on see-saw planks Tugs-of-war of desires and need And high bars and hurdles erected by malice and greed When children of a lesser god Play to win miniature figurines As mementos of fragile glory Sketched on murals Of white and grey matter. And amidst such vanity medals Proud smiles and ...

Kindness Offering without a pledge or a vow In the absence of kinship or amity Inside no ghetto or den To be honorary donor Of an act of charity In the dearth of motive and gain. No lover or predator No ambition or perversion Healing ill fate and maleficence Claiming no coupon, gift or endowment Where one mere mortal Joins ...

Launch of ‘Kite Dreams’ Dear Readership, Yesterday was the launch of my maiden collection of poems. Some of the pictures of yesterday’s proceedings are shown here with this small notice. The poems in this collection were largely written between 2014-2015 and my partner/accomplice in delivering the poetry collection to the public, is none other than, Sarasavi Publishers. The chief guest of the occasion ...

My irises, mirrors reflecting silver light Mercury running thickly in my veins, illuminating Diamonds clattering inside my heart with each low thud Emitting shine that penetrates through the silver walls sending showers of silver glitter My skin made of white opal the facets giving off rainbows- Shining I’m radiant savoring silver dust on my tongue breathing in shiny grey all ...

Shakespearean Daytime From a metaphor Dawned the seemingly impossible That the world is a stage And Shakespeare was simply mastering His puppets on syntax strings Marching and retreating To the warring parties of “action” and “cut” And here there was a simile That thespian lips were like the Lipari caves Emancipating windy sounds Articulating half-truths and white lies And in that ...

The black river flows despite all the sharp edges that tear her skin open bleeding from the flailing limbs healing paper-cuts and blossoming bruises The black river flows despite all the daggers that sink into her bosom reaching the core, piercing the muscle healing pinpricks and opening gashes The black river flows despite all the strains that break her bones ...

Drone A lifeline that was abridged In the ghostly silence Between exhale and absence In that very moment When technology fragments The divine clay of providence In one ghastly act Lies the interface of machine and man Deconstructing a bastion Enclosed in an arras of skin When the gap between Osama and a child Is the height of span and ...

“The color of the stillness of night The color of silence The color of the endearing new moon The color of comforting death The color of the familiar void The color of the womb of the universe The color of my searching irises Searching for the long lost rest In you, at this long, weary hour- my darkness, my ever faithful lover.” – Copyrights © Senali Perera 20.6.2016/7:21 p.m.

Cotton Cotton they say Is cellulose that holds-together fabric It too is the line and the thread That holds the monsoon flutter of a sky-perched kite And cotton are the bundles of fiber That fissures out of a pod Just like happiness bursting through muslin lips Enlightening henna-painted irises Bridging dream and dream runner It is after all the purgatory ...

Dad (For Father’s Day) A hero unsung in lip Unsuckled in breast Unpreserved in womb Still the winner of loaves In the currency of dough And feeder of love-crumbs An unconditional donor Of what is immeasurable By the worth of sweat-dew Despite the condition Of being perenially Anatomically-unbridged Always the biological pariah Who will linger in the shade As love’s messiah

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