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 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…

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 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

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…

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…