I sometimes feed a gecko
On my table – it has mysterious
Patchwork skin, perhaps even gecko leprosy
And looks like a little monster
And sometimes I love his agile feet
His scampering footwork
And at times he gets too close to comfort
When he tongues out rice grains on the table cloth
And sends a streak of electricity down
My spine; a little shiver, a little panic
Knowing yet denying
That I judge even the little gecko
By the bulbs on his grotesque skin

So am I the ugly one with the ugly heart?

Flipped out, turned inside-out…..
My inner-beauty is as hideous
As the dandruff on my shoulder
When the conscience is as amorphous
As the midnight darkness and fear fragments
The haloed-heart

And through the cracks on my irises
A little gecko brings out
What no ravishing beauty can…..

My own domiciled beast !


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.

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