I look at an empty bowl.
And a filled heart. You ask yourself is that enough?

And can money buy you happiness?
The watch I wear says it’s Titan.
The condom I put on says it is Hercules.

And I look in the heart’s mirror
I see superman freaking out, turning blue
To a dose of kryptonite

And those anxieties are what makes me mortal
The fear of losing my wife to another man.
And a nagging feeling I’m a failure in life.

And I look through myriads of painted faces
Of imposters feigning happiness and I know
I’m one of the lucky ones.

I don’t have riches only a small treasure inside a chest
Insulated with two larger than life breasts

And a map I hold in my heart
A shovel between my hips
A key inside my soul.

And an accident that transformed to a mainstay.


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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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