Hope I fished out Something beautiful When we talked that day About Hope, not the type That hypes fate but loses out In reality but a little girl What is part of you and me What stands as our bridge Holding on to an aqueduct Rooted to your uterus She will be Your princess and my hoopstar When you will ...

Sunset I looked out One window holding two others And far far away, a dragon’s mouth As fiery as hell’s gate And as near perfect as a circle Dipped to plant an orb of fire Beneath the sea veneer She dipped as fast as my eyes would tire Until she was gone – from sight When the cold frothy waves ...

Our mother earth, a beautiful jewel surrounded by emptiness. The vast blackness spacepierced by the brightness of her sapphire blue.Home to countless souls living under her care. Nourished by her,protected by her. Yet there are those who fail to understand this simple truth of life.Raping her mercilessly for their own selfish needs.Destroying her day by day.When will man learn that ...

Postcards A child unknowingly Collects postcards – from many wondrous locations Such as the playground, the park And even from behind the bars of the cot – Unsigned by the sender And relayed through the postbox A black letter box that opens her latch For dawn till dusk And lets in what is time-stamped And fate unrobed And in this ...

There was a time when my life was empty.Without meaning ,without direction.An automaton going through motions pretending to be alive.Then a light from heaven gave me hope in the form of an angel who turned my life around.You gave me purpose to be strong,and to keep walking aheadin the fiercest of storms.My greatest joy is to hear your laughter.My greatest ...

I’m all sobbed out, I’m broken I’ve never felt like this before Then I look up and see you Standing, staring, at the door You cross the room in two strides And collect me in your arms Hug and hold me close to you Say I’m safe from any harm You rock me like a child Whisper in my ear ...

The town crier announces tallest Buddhas in the world and villages named after president-Kings landmarking an island drowning out quiet pleas for peace of mind at home, and a landscape whose pride we all might share in. http://www.dailymirror.lk/108556/Asia-s-tallest-Buddha-statue-declared-open-in-Mathugama http://www.dailymirror.lk/108461/Village-to-be-built-in-MR-s-name-Minister-Premadasa

Singlish We take Sinhalese words and insert them Inside English phrases No rules, codes or bibles, just a little bit of personalization After all, jargon has a place, in reinvention Sensationalism and even thespianism When drama queens – and kings – shuffle out Sinhalese words with American accents And laugh out at their own wit – quite dubious though in ...

Wine The acres Of vineyards that pave Mother earth and hold Aloft vines and fruits When one bunch – seemingly innocuous Is macerated, dripped out of her flesh, Concocted and aged in cask Bequeathing the sommelier And the lover, a little dose of heaven And in this boundless universe They are the fruit of the gods That feed the nectar ...

Butterfly The butterfly dazzles And finds her hermitage On an unruffled leaf When unforgotten Are the times when she was chained And imprisoned until She came of age She rises and falls Flutters, dances and beautifies An otherwise mundane ambient And finds a heavenly dose Of nectar on the base Of a flower, until she meets Her nemesis – a ...

Queen A south Asian woman The kind that is not desi or masala And is found south of Adam’s bridge Possessing mahogany skin and ebony irises Is a canvas of two colors Brown, the kind that is tanned And shaded by the saturation of melanin And black, the type that is finely concealed Beneath oversized pull-up bras – Where two ...

Counting Crows Pray a little  – but not too far Listening to a mad man Sing “Rain King” on radio My queen at work and I house-hubby For three whole weeks, rest On a dorsal-ventral interface Of spine and mattress Tearing a little, sanity at odds Of losing it all And being a cuckoo in diaper-land When a man in white ...

Bulb She stood in the middle On top, hanging from the ceiling She was tungsten all over A mere coiled filament That heats and glows in incandescence Sharing her beauty with the avid readers – Cramming even speedreading – And the TV box faithful For she is the sun to the interiors Who will rise at dusk and dim at ...

Steven Curry Warriors at Wizards 2/3/16 When tall Steve Runs riot in the basketball court He is a wizard of three pointers No elbow or bended knee Just flexible wrists and a bit of force Up the shaft of the radius Wielding a masala of muscles After all in this part of the American coast Where tech wizards eat Curry for lunch, ...

Sleep We sleep for beauty For rest, for renewal To awake fresh With a skip in one’s gait Healing sore eyes And sometimes we sleep Never to awake In an overdose of pills Or an ounce of poison – to forget But sleep is never As remotely as beautiful As when man and woman Hop into bed – to each other’s arms To sleep to the melody and song Of one lullaby of love.

Spinster The hag and the haggard Was once a piece of meat A prize cut – the tenderloin – Tender, succulent and flavorsome – When expectations reigned over Her stubborn heart and the man in front Was always a little too short A little fat, a little non-intellectual And now she stands alone Soaked in die-hard loneliness Yet appreciative of ...

Black and White Disillusion merely a bitter pill In these Jim Crow shadows Suits swarm streets and say hello Oblivious to the nagging anxiety Black man, wishes, he could possess A smaller heart and no trace of hypertrophy And feels that he is a mere prisoner Of what cannot be, an abrasion by sandpaper Like the skin tone, black as the devil’s ...

Lost without a trace in a train of thoughts filled with emotions that is bottled up and cannot comprehend mixed with trauma and happiness disturbed by the unforgiving reality now tell me with all of this, won’t you end up being crazy?

The Other Side Editor’s note: The following poem is a reaction of Tamil diaspora, upon being able to view their home villages on Google Street View, for the first time in years. Pictures provided by author. A glimpse of the streets we would have called home, I’m laughing in the park, climbing the coconut trees, Cycling through the dusty lanes, playing at ...

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