My latest piece on the romanticism, loyalty, inclusivity and palettes of a quirky country. This was published in Kitaab in 2021. Have a read!! https://kitaab.org/2021/02/17/ticketless-travel-love-a-sri-lankan-story-by-dilantha-gunawardana/
There are gravestones, each different From the other; the surf board wood, The furniture wood, the cinnamon bark The vanilla extract, the king coconut fruits, And many more. Even the old school botanists Are to blame for separating with little meaning, Like the colonials did in southern Africa. Every tree carries paired opposing lungs, Crowded roots and many other ...
Love chooses “the one” It is then when you see your Own world, smaller than the The one in front that presses Upon you in convergence. Life is the anarchy of hope, It is fulfillment of what hangs In there, it is the organic tenure, Until the inorganic fate. It is crushing a pimple & Hoping that it won’t ...
My book of three line poems, is now available for purchase at most Amazon outlets worldwide. The Australian Amazon link is pasted here below. Do take a joyride with my poems, dissect them of their meanings and take pleasure in the journey. I hope I haven’t disappointed you. Your comments would be a bonus. Thanking my readership; Thanks Heaps!
How prayers that stood on tongue tips, Carving plumes of noise, as She, the lady of Paris, resists the dragons, Looming like the sun at sunset, and still, She will rise to the heavens, unlike Babel, To prove that no man can Vanquish Notre Dame, or decimate The memory of pilgrims scattered all over this planet. The first dame ...
A country so queer; distant relatives of once bearded Terrorists who caused havoc on 9/11 back in 2001, Run 7-Eleven stores in the heart of New York; Little stores filled with newspapers, cigarettes, Coffee at dawn, chewing gum, random groceries And of course, some ice cream. And while the American dream for some, Is make America Great Again, For ...
Find love, The type that presses upon another, And trembles like a blade of grass Upon the wind, and manifests In the smallest acts; Sister, You’re meant for far bigger things. Possess an eye made of mercury, Lips made of sculpted manganese, A body made of magnesium. And let your heart be broken once, So that you can reshape ...
I look out of the window At the icicles, the hot dog vendor and the one beggar Amassing coins. I look at the winter-colors All a ghostly white, remembering the vibrant summer time In Sri Lanka, my country of birth. The roof appears to be sinking all of a sudden, The walls come closer, asphyxiating me. The sole window, ...
I was potty trained, Schooled, grad-schooled, And yet, nothing Could prepare me to The moment, when I learnt, That some epiphanies, Are so magnetic, they Make lips, probe, anneal And stay for a while.
Kerala to Las Vegas, Nevada. Lagoons, to a dessert town. The slot machines making Calamitous clanging noises, Of falling bonanzas. While a man goes through A little passage to an immigration officer, Who guards a post, while seated, Letting one man enter inside A narrow aisle, like a coin slipping inside A slot machine. 5 minutes later, the man ...
Yes, the clock is now ticking….. My third anthology “Rewiring Destiny” should be out at some point in 2019. It has, between 80-110 poems, of which 80%, are novel ones. I no longer write solely for the blog, since I would like to put my poems out, in print. There are free style poems, rhyming ones, compilations of modern ...
