On the 29th of November, my wife (Michelle) and I, launched two books. They are Driftwood: An anthology of Poems (Dilantha Gunawardana) All Things Colour (Michelle Alexander) [A Coloring Book for Children] The publisher is Sarasavi Publishers. There are many new poems in the book, which are unavailable in the blog. I hope you will enjoy reading the poems in the book.
Three poems of mine, in a journal, published by a team in India. The poems are on, very Sri Lankan themes. I hope you will enjoy the poems. Thank you for being a wonderful audience. http://thewagonmagazine.com/post/poetry-dilantha-gunawardana
Two of my poems, appear in the latest “Write” magazine, a Sri Lankan publication, available at Barefoot, Sarasavi Bookstore and Sooriya Village. The titles of the poem are, The Three Wheeler (Tuk-tuk) South of Elephant Pass
Here they collect elephant dung To be pressed and made into paper. How beautiful that pages Of poetry are born, from elephant poop, The biggest dung of them all. What used to be fertilizer for The cultivation of crops, now Making way for stanzas, sonnets And haikus. How poetic That inside “the well of dew”, There is innovation, ...
How in tens they appear, Through the ghostly woods, Shaming Walmart. Those deciduous branches, A far cry from tips of antlers. Like acorns & pine cones. How in the heart of winter, Caribous trek thick dunes of snow, Masts but no sail. Tundra in a meltdown, While the boreal shifts latitudes, As do caribous. Through misted snow, They rally ...
My mother hurt me just now, by saying that there is no thing called virginity for guys. Then I told her how the idea evolved in me, in Australia, where I followed online, adult virgins such as Rebecca St James and Adriana Lima. I also watched documentaries on adult virgins who preserved their bodies for marriage and met someone who ...
My publisher asked me whether I could write some children’s poems. I took up the challenge. I would be grateful if you could comment on whether they fit that age-group. 1. Teeth Smile, Laugh, Cry, Dance for the sake of dancing, Sing for the song is On the tip of your tongue, Cry, every time you fall, Rise, just because ...
Stringed like a puppet, We dance to the tune of our ancestors, In an education that is passed on From one generation to another. We learn that crossing our legs And wearing a chastity belt is a trademark Of a woman, who believes in love, To the extent of keeping her hull ready To be broken by first water. ...
Micheal Phelp’s speedos And Usain Bolt’s track-shorts Weighed so little, a few grams at most But that heart inside the flesh suit That wobbled and quaked, when they felt the tingling strokes Or mercurial pace-mongers Yet rose to the occasion – weighed a lot lot more…… For it takes a million tons of iron and steel To sculpt a ...
The sexual revolution, like a juggernaut, Moves on, with no hope what so ever Of stopping it or slowing it down. So I step up, to sell marriage, A haven, sacrament and institution, And a sweet home to many. When I say that I’m a non-conformist I mean to say that I change in retrograde In the complete opposite ...
It seems this Christmas It has snowed in the Sahara After 37 long years, while in Melbourne The temperature rises to near 40. And over in the Arctic, Santa and his little helpers Are waiting to deliver beautifully wrapped presents To the needy, while over in Turkey, there are queues Of people, gathering over a truck that delivers Blankets, ...
We are not defined by age Or by glory or the strange silver linings Just a song that is ineffaceable, would do. Your song, Maestro. And today, as I walked in the rain I smelled the petrichor of earthy geosmin What mycelial actinobacteria had secreted To define the unique convergence Of two elements – water and earth Movement and ...
I went and saw a psychologist this week, after a while. This is, just to see how I come across to her. My psychiatrist calls me a paranoid schizophrenic, but of course I don’t believe in that classification. These are the reasons. Onset of Schizophrenia is between 19-26 (I was 33+ when I first heard that diagnosis) Most people ...
I guess there are too many of us, Like prawns in the ocean. Every prawn has something to give, Not just a little curved body. The crust is the skin deep, But we are deeper, than a water well, The roped buckets we send, Down the lexicon well. We are all crustaceans selling our crusts, Dreaming of the hour, ...
My latest poem to appear in a peer-reviewed journal. Its always nice when you write a biological poem that has relevance to nature and perhaps drives home the message, how vulnerable some species are. The journal is Canary Literary Magazine. Enjoy! http://canarylitmag.org/contents.php#745
Between the drapery of cones and needles Of a pine forest, rests an indomitable Wonder, a trickle at most, even in the monsoons The pure nectar of the land Lunging past a ledge and falling Like the tresses of a mountain goddess. A waterway that scales the mighty fortresses And washes away the granite cheeks Of rock formations, to ...
I imagine all the things Sappho would have done to my wife And I clutch onto all the tongues She speaks in; and the ones she doesn’t. And I can only embrace, Her tongue My wife’s tongue My tongue Bliss’s tongue.
When we were small We learnt about the fairy tale of the ugly duckling And I too was one – too shy, too cowardly, too mindful To ever dance to the rhythm of the heart And yet they say that the sinews will muscle up, pin feathers will bloom And the duckling will become a swan That will master ...
He was a man of sandal And staff. Befriending tax collectors and prostitutes. He climbed the mountain And prayed in the gardens of Jerusalem. He was a man of simple needs Water, bread and the daily catch of fish. And yet the simplicity of his virtue Still goes far and wide, like the screeching Voice of a wren, and ...
