It is just that the scrap of waffle
I put inside the mouth cavity
Or the piece of dark chocolate
I chew between my gums
Reminds me how transient sweetness is
Just like an airport rendez-vous
– Where kinship breeds on shoulders
Love crashes as tokens on lips
And generosity is bridged in wrist –
Gone horribly wrong.

And in this detonation of hate-nukes
Which come crashing down in one heartbeat
There is the anarchy of terror
After all inside Daedalus’s workshop
– Surrounded by strips and runaways –
There are too many ‘terminal’ signs
And one too many terminators
Playing with fire – just like a winged Icarus
Where in the aftermath
A sea of blood – the size of the Aegean – can be seen
Salting countless Bruegel eyes
With scarlet brushstrokes
Eternalized on canvas.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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