Hiroshima

One mushroom One smoke bloom One holocaust One graveyard One apocalypse One page in history One witness from the sky One silent confession One hesitant hero One abhorred villain And one fateful legacy Of blazing insomnia

A Verse On Procreation

...And the bud opened For the magical portion of love to be spewed In a single act of pollination Where karma crashed against kismet To hatch the beauty Of serendipity.........

Tsunami

You broke me Yet you constructed me You blinded me Still you awoke me You littered me And you sanitized me You concealed me Only to unwrap me With love

Memories

On a wandering bohemian planet Pixels fall like raindrops For a soul to indulge in monsoonal inquiries Washed by the beauty of fruition And in that dreamlike moment When yesteryear storms from mneumonic stores The seed of sentimentality rises To a leafy sapling of nostalgia

Moon

Blooming at twilight, carefree and naked A perfect circle basking in the imperfection Of dappled craters Concubine to a turquoise creature And muse to her inhabitants Choreographer of waltzes in madness and vertigo Sorcerer of springs and neaps Sibling to a yellow midget Sleeping satellite by day, chalice of light by night Unclaimed virgin in …

November Eclipse

I remember unfolding a picnic cloth On a warm November morning As we waited for the sunrise, on a lonely beach in Pasikuda When the dawn light lit our naked bodies And your moan echoed far in to the distance When the boy in me looked through The porthole of a man's pupil, to unlock …

Galle Face

Candy floss skies Kites fluttering in the whistling mistral Low tide slipping unnoticed  To the edge of bastions of sand - workmanship of juvenile masons Where infinite black irises twinkle In constellations of wishful dreams Slum puppies of a lesser god frolicing on the waterfront A tapestry woven in the fabric of innocence Disneyland to the …

Procreation

Sanctified seed of life Germinates from the catacombs of love In the disharmony of chemicals And the harmonious flow and ebb of two bodies A holy confluence of yin and yang  Of ejaculation and ovulation Where one body of nirvana ends And the soul of samsara begins

Under A Street Light

Underneath one tungsten moon A tapestry of words perspire In the crosscurrents of spoken love And in that fate-schemed moment A knee folds and a heel is raised A tear is dislodged and a smile dissolves As time prostrates to a braided cotton ring And an eternity is sealed in the pidgin of love A …