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….

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…

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

How a candle made of wax, Is now a glass bulb, inside weather-proofed Vesak lanterns; While a monk carries A saffron colored umbrella, and walks To a temple, while the rain pummels, As a little child, places a paper boat On a mud puddle, waiting for nightfall, To see what marvels light can do. The…

Things to be grateful for in April 2018

My wife, Oh gosh my wife, Who pacifies me in more ways than one, My words, the economy and the surfeit, The flow and the ebb, The undercurrents that make The rivers flow, just like lyrical words, Every American journal, That gives me an honest chance, with No prejudice, or neglect, For every poem that…

Joseph – Dad of Jesus

This poem is slightly controversial. Its on Joseph, Jesus’s foster father, who I admire a great deal. He was the reason Jesus became the man he is. Joseph is also my alma mater, the name of my school, where I studied for 12 years.   Joseph the carpenter, and Mother Mary,  A virgin carrying half…

Neil (The story of a Gay Man)

I like tackling hard topics, both conservative and liberal. This is a cliché poem on a gay man. I’ve written so many now, cannot seem to find new material. I have more poems on the theme of Gay Men and I will share them with you, if they are rejected by periodicals and journals. I…

Ocean and Land (The Vatican)

  Oh the sermons they throw at will, Like fishing nets to the ocean, To pull the catch, squirming fish, Wriggling like they are in the middle of an exorcism. How the transition from the ocean To land, gills to lungs, is the most arduous. What evolution took 300 million years, What Jesus did in…

7 Childrens Poems

My publisher asked me whether I could write some children’s poems. I took up the challenge. I would be grateful if you could comment on whether they fit that age-group. 1. Teeth Smile, Laugh, Cry,  Dance for the sake of dancing, Sing for the song is On the tip of your tongue, Cry, every time…

Sports Fan with a Remote Control in Hand

The storm of Lebron, The ballet of Messi, The sports channels you turn on and off, The potato chips that go to the afterlife, The boxer shorts and The remote control clutched in hand, Everything that has locomotion Speed, and skill, the sheer geniuses On a field of dreams, the eye of the tiger, And…