35 and Counting

The rejection battered heart Softens, pales, listens to the undercurrents Undertones that used to be stone deaf And soon you have ghosts chasing you Of the one that was – and still is Or the one that spilled over From friendship And soon you become your own ghost Harboring on what a hardened heart only…

Beginnings

There are fools, and then there are stubborn fools The waves that reach the peaks And drown to the trenches All in a heartbeat, and we are wave creatures Bracketed by time capsules Leaking dreams through our sweat glands Searching for what the heart Appreciates in time. Love.  And she is hidden, a pearl inside…

The American Poem

I read Academy of Poets and Poetry Foundation From time to time, and 60% of the time I’m as aloof as a dog with a bone A bone that is too far polarized, too outlandish To gather to my poor old Sri Lankan intellect. I read the long narrated stories Of unfolding doorways and the…

Arrow

You wonder, why an arrow Is cupid’s weapon of choice and William Tell’s Legacy and an artefact or curio. To me though, arrow is the compass head That tells me why my wife’s buttocks Blazes me in lust or why my life Is perennially insured with the riches of her heart And guided by an…

The Man on the Mirror

Drawing a carriage is never easy Nor is the baggage, the overweight dreams That stand by you, and makes little incursions Towards a vivacity, you call happiness. I was born to a middle class family in Sri Lanka I started elocution at the tender age of 10 or 11 English was not fed to me…

Birth Day

A poem that got rejected from a magazine I submitted to. It was the day, existence climbed out In front and under the buttocks And burrowed through a little worm hole And found himself in a different galaxy And that was my birth day This world was noisy was the first thought Light was the…

Human Spirit

A poem from my book “Kite Dreams”……there’s nothing that denotes life better than human spirit, especially when you’re the recipient only of an anthropogenic fate. March beyond the frontiers laid by the third eye Dream of quixotic fairy tales beyond any sky Gallop through waves on decks of your galleon Battle your heart out against…

Ungraceful Age

An eternal paradox, wings of age and wisdom’s rock Wrinkles on the forehead, anchors thrown from the dock Through the mirror, sweet lies creep in to the heart A piece of time, an ark that defies an apocalypse of art Hark, a voice inside, a mystery no more Age drowns the residual mirth, youth hidden…