On a Hikkaduwa Beach

The above picture was designed by Michelle Alexander, my wife.  How the turtle wears A space suit, the shell, and dawdles To the ocean, to the deceptive depths, And to the flesh eating predators, Knowing survival, is letting go, Of the safety of the pristine sands, And going through a boundless universe, Crowded with fellow…

Celebrating a Diverse World on Poson Day

How the mythological gods, Used a compass to draw a perfect circle, In the night sky, and color it saffron yellow.  How God turns to a student, looking At his own creation, just like We are always keen to learn something new, Knowing we are indebted, to monks, Priests and imams, to keep us Abreast…

A Woman’s Breasts

## Mountains, story tellers On their own merit Pinched by deciduous teeth And suckled by the softest lip They stand alone and apart Connecting the dots Of an inter-generational-symbiosis Renaturing the cut-halves Of the umbilical cord To a moment that in aloneness Transcends the beauty Of a playmaker, transformed to A fountain of supreme giving….

North Carolina and First Love

  Never underestimate the power of an onion, Twice the story of a Nicolas Sparks Tearjerker, how in the outer banks, It rains more often than other Localities of the East Coast, the clouds inside your eyes, Turning to nimbus, how it only takes a volatile onion, To break a cloud in the middle, how…

A Sri Lankan Woman

Sri Lankan woman, Stands at a junction, to embark, On a career or a baby, rarely both,  Toying with her need of the hour, To juggle the onus of Being the graceful gender, And a descendent, Of mitochondrial eve. How beautiful is a woman in a sari, A brief exhibition of her navel, A glimpse…

Inferno in New York

How the night has infinite possibilities, In New York City. As a Sri Lankan man In Manhattan, in a new blue checked shirt, On a new street he has never set his eyes on before, A 27 year old virgin, who was brand-spanking new, Just like an un-driven car in a dealership, Searching for a…

A Nun and a Slice of Pizza

“How we forget nuns are real people too” A water buffalo stood still, while the udders were squeezed So unlike foreplay on second base, only brash and brute, Fumbling to a bucketful of milk. While a triangular piece of pizza, is eaten by an Italian nun, Wondering where the house flies are, Or the leeches…

Siva (A Poem from the book “Driftwood” (2017))

  ########## Siva was a young man of 30 years. He was dark, tanned by the Northern sun A fisherman, who went pastMannar Island every third day. He had a god above him, Two hulls of a catamaran on either side, A boundless aquamarine wilderness below, An endless orb of fire at daytime, And starry…

Lester James Peries

How some are called to be special, How one man picked what, Scripts to be immortalized in film, How what takes over the genius moment, Of scripted dialogue, sunlight intensifying Two people inside a quaint garden, Where a man shouts “shoot” And then “Cut”. How some, Straws are taller than the rest, Just like the…

Vesak 4

The drapery of monks Yellow, amber, orange, saffron, The many colors akin to a full chalice of light, The cynosure of a night, while stars look like They could use a little attention, while the moon lets Eyes be drawn towards her, Just like a visiting child in the temple, Looking at a bald child…

Vesak 3

The gratuity of a pandol, A spectacle in light, or a Dansal, Where they give ice cream, Or a whole meal. What has no price, No motive and no gain, As people flock, not just to fill their Famished tummies, also to be part of festivities, To be one with a celebration Of what is…

Vesak 2

The branches in foliar dressings, The bright yellow mangos, On a tree, that remained elusive To the passers by, while a little monk looks at the sky, As moonbeams fall on mangoes, Like lanterns on tips of branches, waiting To be plucked by hand, or pole, or perhaps, A greedy peck of a bird. How…