A country that runs on just about anything, Chasing the occident, the western way of life. How stand-up comedy nights, And big bad wolf book sales, Are the newest additions in town. We are only who we become, to change I suppose. The times I’ve laid in bed Wondering when will be the day, Jesus or Lord Buddha will ...
I feel water splashing on my palms. I drink from a reservoir on a palm With no hesitation or worry. How rainwater thrushes against my dryness Making me, a sponge of sorts. Like chunks of tofu in a soup, A heart capable of love. God leaks from the strangest places Not just from the heavens. Drool down a baby’s ...
How beautiful is the first month of summer; Bikinis, lazy streaks and a wisp of sunscreen, When halos disappear, as you drive past Rows of sunflowers, in mid Iowa. You can only feel, the pollen saturated air, A hood less car, the sun filling her up, Knowing a man is just around the corner, Just like how children run ...
How sweet is Jack fruit, Pani Waraka, Just like the flesh of rambutan, How though, in an anatomy lesson They become metaphoric examples, Resembling the beehive, and The scrotum. How a great divide separates Not just the Koreas, but Also the palindromic symmetry, And the proven asymmetry How one pair of eyes that See the sweet flesh of a ...
While some echo locate, some use GPS, And some they, climb Matterhorn, A difficult mountain to climb, while others walk in a beach Each a homogenous grain of silica, And some, they rest inside a un-crowded room, That has no doors, to go outside, only a room With a window, to see bats, cars, mountaineers, And the beach walkers, ...
How an ambulance driver Speeds past the traffic, in the incoming Lane, no care in the world for the traffic. The man, whose heart is giving way, His priority No 1. How the roads are now filled With the last great hope, an ambulance, Where so many, see their last ray of light Their last bout of air, their ...
Messi and Maradona are superstars From two epochs.While the invisible hand sweeps Through economies, in capitalism. While knowledge, lives on In encyclopedias, the never ending Collection of facts and numbers, Which includes Maradona, Messi And Adam Smith. “Hand of God”, I type, I get a you tube video of Maradona handling a soccer ball His arms flung in the ...
A Poem that appears in the March Edition of “Write” Magazine…….. —————————————————————————————————— Like throngs of feral horses That gather on the island of Delft, You see little children, gather around a kite, Which hovers over the mango tree, Until one Willard mango falls, Or is p
Dedicated to all who deal with DNA in their daily life We cannot resist our DNA, Or issue hartal, how every plank of wood, In a hull, is made of lignin, hardwood. What only a single organism, the white rot fungus, can degrade. How we are humble catamarans, journeying past infinite spaces, That capture us, some in ocular clarity, ...
I let my dad kiss me on the cheek. As I gave him a brand new Titan watch. He looked At the divisions on the face All in Roman Numerals, A reminder that he was from another, Time and universe. We had fried chicken for lunch. Home-made KFC which I saw him eat eagerly. I was wondering how Soon ...
A team of researchers in Malawi Once found in a study, that the famished, have A higher rating of enjoyment for food. How when the main meal is done, you Could feel, a little bloated, still Wishing for a divine intervention Of some rich Watalappan. How hunger, is not merely a physiological Need but also our gastronomical search, To ...
We are by first glance, A family breaking fast at the table. Secondly, how bonds, the familial Type, keeps us in touching distance. While the treats on the table, The biryani for the night, chicken pieces Given a thick coat of oil And made to water the mouth, The samosas that are found in a huddle What the children ...
Toffees and Chupa chups Lollipops to popsicles, a Mars bar and a Coca Cola, A gadget for your BMW bicycle An old stamp for your stamp collection, A super hero photo, Superman Or should I say Henry Caville, and one day hitting 18, He buys three condoms from the pharmacist, One to practice, the second to perfect, the third, ...
How around supermarkets In Sri Lanka, there are signs saying “Don’t Go Silly” meaning not to use “Silly-Silly bags”, Which are not biodegradable, and pollutes waste dumps, And water ways and rivers. Plastic, A polymer, survives from the Mormon bastion of Utah, To a pearl-drop island of Sri Lanka, From big love, to a land of hard love, While ...
How love ushers in the moment, You let in a cherry picker, pick your first harvest. How Prunus avium, the wild cherry Is also called the bird cherry, How she, a woman, has a nose for curiosity, Unbuttoning his shirt. How we are children Trapped inside adult bodies, letting effervescence rise, Until we are brimming in courage, Knowing how ...
How when the sun Coincides with the rain in Sri Lanka, It is called a Fox’s wedding, While the slogan “Melbourne weather” Tells us that sun and rain, Can spring on the same day. While unlike the pessimistic Sri Lankan, who will complain About the weather, an optimistic white woman Somewhere in North Carolina, Sees beauty all around her, ...
Sausages curled with foreskin ends, And mashed potato, slimy yet solid, While a cricket mad nation goes to the pub for Some bangers and mash, While watching an IPL match, That happens hundreds Of miles away. Priyanka Chopra Come on screen, supporting a charity, As there are whistles In the pub, dirty old British Men, Letting in guffaws, making ...
Love is always candid in expression, Like two halves, that become fuller. The Venn diagram that overlaps At the center, where a common Kiss, rests in second bloom. How beautiful, If both of us had the same Number of lovers in our histories, As I look at you, knowing Someone else knew, what I now feel often, And I ...
Did you know that Facebook posers Who jump in the air, all limbs flung to the open, Are almost caught doing, a flying Pas de chat in ballet, the step of the cat. How we like to be, like everyone else, Jumping for the mobile phone, To catch you, an albatross-like wingspan, Diving back to ground earth. What you ...
One of my favorite pastimes when I was in Australia, a thong playing peekaboo. Gosh wasn’t that a craze back in 2000-2005. Beautiful is, That song called the “Thong Song”, That went up the charts, Similar to how strings of fabric, Go up and above, Two beautiful muscles, Two Gluteus Maximus, In the middle of an amphitheater, A woman, ...
