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Saturday 22 September 2012

White is for open-season



Multi-coloured, did someone say
with hues reserved
for love’s unbelievable
and believing eyes?
No, love is white
a fresh page canvass
where eye and word
despair and bliss
conjure their primary colours
sketch and paint and fine-line
but cannot replay
the moving heart-finger’s trace
like a Disney cartoon
in line by line and tiny curl succession
narrating the history
of journey and disintegration,
yes an open space
for colour dance and illusion
tentative footprint and perceived perfection
drawn with flourish or soft touch dab,
and unrecoverable file
at closure:
a lot of colour
between open-season white
and the white at world’s end.

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Friday 21 September 2012

Thief


Because arrival was soft 

Because silence was solicitation enough
Because word and kiss
turned blood, pinched vein, twisted valve
Because fingertip touch stole breath
Because smile broke slow
          slower than flower-bloom
          eternal-slow it seemed
Because residence was not asked
          or given
          but as natural as wind,
          came without knock,
swirled, swept and dusted
Because rule was not obeyed
Because dress code was violated
Because tag was no-thank-you’d
Because those who came like wind
          went like wind
          without notice
Because when realization came a-visiting
          there was no sign
          not of come, not of go and nothing of passing,
Because of all this and more
          a bold-lettered banner was tied to a thousand arrows
          a mind-bow shot them all in all directions
          so one might target find
          and name
          forever.

Thursday 20 September 2012

Profile Pic Commentary


She changed her profile pic 
she got liked
lots of likes,
she got
‘Wow!’
she got ‘Gorgeous’, ‘Pretty’
a ‘very, very’  double qualifier
and I said ‘soft’
when I should have said
‘softness’. 

Reunion in Mt. Lavinia

From story to story 

unearthing of incident
dispute over claims
over words, laughter
a tabletop, plates, glasses
food and drink
in the mix of ocean-break
and wind swirl
this later September
of our histories;
three friends
and thirty thousand stories
condensed
by thirty years
to a singular rudimentary:
we are one
now.



Tuesday 18 September 2012

Faith



One-syllable palliative
that subdues agitation
promises redress and morning,
the turn of thorn to rose
hard gravel into petalled path;
old friend from a long ago
who will hold hand
even as tear falls;
injector of hope
into desperate heart,
thief who robs
and convinces
that loss is virtue
bliss-giving,
necessary accomplice
benevolent companion
on journeys from lost yesterdays
to unknown tomorrows.

Sunday 16 September 2012

Elemental Weerawila

Earth:
Dam
harvest-besting
parchness
break heart cracks.
Water:
Life
color candy
hope sweller
in rise after fall.
Wind:
Cloud verse
swish-promise
of better times
held in imminent sky.
Fire:
Sets,
sets fire
withdraws
burns and gives.


 

[Inspired by the poetry of Hiranya Malwatte]

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