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…

Kite Dreams (2016) and Driftwood (2017)

My two anthologies of poetry in print, Kite Dreams (2016) and Driftwood (2017), are available at all Sarasavi Bookstores island-wide. So is the Children’s Coloring Book, All Things Color (2017), illustrated by my wife, Michelle Alexander. So far Kite Dreams has sold more than 210 copies, in less than 2 years, since it was launched.

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…

Pink Beasts

  Your eternal sand castle, The proposal on one knee,   The few seconds of awe, Which seemed like hesitation   Or surprise, or both. The babies you see, In her eyes, the baby making   That channels your vision, The obituary every orgasm has,   The epitaph on her face, The afterglow of pyrotechnics….

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…

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…

Missionaries

I’m no black man I’m no gay man, I’m neither, Only an owl, that asks The perennial question “whom” To which there is an answer. A woman in short shorts, Ivory in complexion, Against whose tapestry of skin, Cradled against me, I become both black and gay, Happy as a child in Disneyland, When I’m…

Bad

It’s not how you draw the loaded gun, Like a badass John Wayne, Or fairytale-thirsty, like Don Quixote, Or just plain mean and evil, Like the wicked queen who looks at the mirror on the wall, Imploring for affirmation, for continuity. It is also not how cunning your mind is, To be that sly fox…

Virginity

My mother hurt me just now, by saying that there is no thing called virginity for guys. Then I told her how the idea evolved in me, in Australia, where I followed online, adult virgins such as Rebecca St James and Adriana Lima. I also watched documentaries on adult virgins who preserved their bodies for…

Walking Away (Ode to Kindness)

The power not to react, Is invested to our hearts and minds. You can walk away from a scene, Pouring water on your burning inferno, Holding diablo back and letting an angel loose, Trading in a commodity, that has A longer half-life than the opposite emotion, What does not bludgeon or Run amock, what has…

Eleanor Roosevelt

I have been crucified in a hundred different ways, Like Christ head up, Like Peter, feet on top, That perpendicular junction where wood traversed wood Was where I stood, telling the world, That the junction that took the most time, To die a natural death was a woman. She was called Eleanor. I dreamt Of…