I have been playing around with this idea in my head, of taking the Parliamentary Debate surrounding the Official Language Bill of 1956 and using it as a source text to create a poem, or a work of art, in some medium, from about the time I wrote ANTIPOEM, in early 2014. On June 19, 2015 I began. This particular ...

Is it naive to think? If not, it would not be. Am I naive to think? I would be. I would be gullible enough to gobble it up enough to fill up the stomachs of invisible poor indivisible poverty breaks this bread by two, three, for… you? Who are you but another I, naive, gullible enough to gobble me up, ...

What is known of free-will? Free-willy-nilly, gobble-dee-gook, or hokey pokey? Hocus, focus! Polka face, smallpox took us out like DDT. Not DMT, DXM, or the LSD- cursed bread, french- spoon-fed by the CIA, or was it half-baked? Not unlike any psychotropical countries’ cunt of misery.

Smokers at a funeral, Mocking the dead With their Dunhill Lights And Marlboro Reds. The living thrive In reckless abandon. The dead left to make Earth’s union. Smokers at a funeral, Throw cigarette butts On the cemetery grass. Sparks light up The dried up leaves, Signal to the wind, “Breathe on me” Fire at a funeral! The living unaware A ring of ...

I’ll admit, I had no idea who Kony was until the recent surge of Facebook statuses and the viral video circulating spreading awareness. Personally, I do not feel like there is much I can do to help. This may not be true though, there may be organizations out there working hard to fix this. Where’s their viral video? Who’s spreading ...

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm This one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, This one, this form I hold now, so Wide eyed and hopeful. Wide eyed and hopefully wild. We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside… This body holding me, reminding me ...

Power – fueled by ignorance - Indeed, an energy crisis.

Why wake the living, When what they choose Is to sleep. Then why wake at all. If it’s a choice, I want the cost.

Leaving, posted with vodpod

I never could go through with that movie. Sri Lanka has opened its doors to former Scientologist James Packer’s proposed “gaming zone” read Casino district. Judging by the affect gambling has had on the indigenous ‘Indian’ population of the US, I am not keen on seeing this become a reality. While speaking to a former President’s Counsel, he told me ...

You hear that click  and you know  that is it.  It is  that click,  you hear,  you see,  dilate,  pupil,  to the light,  you hear, when  it goes out, the lesson,  and the guru,  what remains?  Ashes, urns,  or conjugal burns?  Where do Catholic priests  please themselves  at night?  Pray, tell me,  where do our men run to  when their ...

The word ‘psychedelic’ means ‘mind manifesting’ and I don’t think any culture understands this in a more interesting way than Maldivians. Simply because I haven’t been exposed to many cultures, and most Maldivians I’ve met are quite able to perceive things in a rather trippy way. Whether this has anything to do with the heaps of opium their forefathers smoked, ...

In a quiet place white walls won’t speak any louder than quiet demeanor; rude-prude indifference to converse - disjointed response; a nervous system unlearning how to walk straight, descending, shaking legs, unsteady knees, needing a sense of equillibrium; self-imposed insomnia does this. Watching a sunrise over an empty train station dislodging its too soon passengers at the corridor, as clouds ...

For someone who is hoping to make a living out of words, with you sometimes I find myself at a loss. And it feels like I am losing you, losing grip, losing sight. Slowly, but surely, losing my mind. It is in the words you do not speak, the hesitant murmuring, the tears that break and fall invisible to me. ...

Now that you’ve digested my face, let’s talk about the food. Last week I had two old friends for lunch, they were delicious. I mean the food, obviously. Lunch was quite spontaneous. There were no noodles at home so I had to actually touch the rice, which I’ve avoided for a good month! Looked in the fridge and found ...

Before man made fire did he carry flames from the tips of volcanoes? Did he sleepwalk through moonlit nights, or sleep with eyes open gazing at the inexplicably bright stars, their constellations imprinted against retina. In the fringe between waking life and the unconscious did the dots connect in his subconscious - images of kings pointing to a past no ...

Those of them that run down cheeks, Hold my hand for company. Palms wet and heart wrenched; This cloud has no silver lining. You were something of a dream, The kind that keeps me awake, Tossing and turning, Just as you would have been. Those who say that fate has reason, Are deaf to the pleas of the heart That ...