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’. 

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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. 

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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]

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