A poem on Martin Luther King jr published in “Ravens Perch”, a literary website.

https://www.theravensperch.com/martin-luther-king-jr-by-dilantha-gunawardana/

If

In that extended passage of time I stood vindicated of my crime Handicapped by the pauper's disease And by fate and nature's fees Tears and sweat were the waters of brine Preservative of dreams like a lonely fisherman's line For the man that is lost to the bearings of love Sails the seven seas for …

Forgotten People

Forgotten corners of mankind Like a gypsy gathering in Europe Or a refugee camp in Africa Like all inhabitants of this turquoise globe Living on the arms of a clock And the arrow of a compass we call fate Lingering unannounced In the craftsmanship of survival  Where beyond luscious meadows of civilization  Lies crowded streets with no …

Bipolar Clouds

I didn't learn nor stroke nor pamper The clouds within my eyes I am only a ragamuffin gifted with one gift - a bipolar conscience That resides beneath the retina And squeezes her clouds like a sponge To bequeath on me a heartful monsoon That rinses the soil of my skin And enriches what lies beneath

Proverb On Love

We are the only species That learns to both love and to make love Armed with soul and body In the gift of sentience and reception Yet unlearns the art of love From the deepest place within In the radiation of one feeling - Pain...........

Saving

Too little charity Transacted in the currency of love Too scarce are selfless deeds Embarked from ports of the conscience Too little, too late To make a difference To a wandering soul In the perennial absence  Of inhale Exhaled from life By the noose  Of indifference

Downtown Train

I search for you, your aura, your smile Your flowing tresses, your elbow on the window frame Lost in cascading memories That fall like a waterfall As I surrender to a familiar moistness While water smoke rises like a fuming volcano As I relinquish my all to what I owe to myself Your absence - What …

Eternity

Like a specimen dipped in formalin Or petals of a flower between pages of a dictionary Or a jar of pickled jalapenos Even a bottle of aged wine My love for one woman lingered like the tide Preserved in the flow and ebb of brine Until time posed her riddle  And fate was my only …

Longing For One Kiss

The stormy eye And the bipolar tear The hedonic lips And the crooked tongue The fragile smile And the concrete teeth The flushed cheeks And the proud chin The depth of absence And the resilience of solitude  The profoundest fear And the courage of silence And amidst this clutter of form and tangibility Lies a …