Thursday, 23 August 2012

Between eye and eye

Between eye and eye
is a wall
word-bricked and silence-plastered
between eye and eye
is a mirror
reflecting perfection,
the love-seek twinning
of young hearts
trapped at 16
and between eye and eye
is chasm, moment and dissolve
endless immediacy
of the unattainable,
the impossible loves
made for poetry and insanity
the unbuttoning of jealousy
the right-click that drops options
without ‘tomorrow, tomorrow and so forth’. 

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

If only…

If only we had eyes
to see colours yet to be named,
if we could hear music
beyond given range of hearing
if only we could touch the untouchable
if only there was courage
to touch all touch-me-nots
taste all forbidden fruit
shed tears labeled ‘embarrassing’
sing in silenced zones
if only there was heart
to break should-break laws,
if only if-only things
unionized and mutinied
we’d have an unrecognizable world
so coloured and symphonied
layered and laced
it would be water-made
and fire-frilled
so transparent
that word would not be banned
but irrelevanced. 

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Song of the frozen sunset

The impossible moment
between day and night
the eminently possible
of love and other demons
sunsets are for romance
and heartbreak
disappearing from accusing eye
and appearing in heartness
of the beloved
it’s the silhouette
bearing kiss and gamble
risk and conviction
rippling in color and water
cascading from cloud and fire
the palm oil of wick-end days
burning into heart
the brands of sorrow
and bliss
in immemorial union;
makers of our final memories
of lucid insanity.

[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]