For a friend in love

Sun is not for shine
ray is arrow,
evening marks endless night
leaf weeps
as does step, mirror, soap
birdcall and traffic:
solitude's preferred colours
wrap the day in grey-shade
and tie with black-ribboned finality

Like now.

But night ends,

dawn breaks
in ways that twist equation
beyond all recognition.

Happens. 

Wait.

 

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1982-2012

Then

an incarceration

by innocence

Now

known imprisonment,

and the intervening years

were made of waves

leave and books

question and exclamation

choices, regrets and perfumes

paper-weights and heart-weights

wrong squares and bad bishops

we were skewered

by carelessness

forked by knights

that preyed in daylight and dream

and though a kite-thread ran

on a score sheet

with indecipherable scribbles

the moves that gained space

and those that checkmated

from then to now,

we remain

heart fish and heart fish

in mind-drained bowls

peering through refractions

glass-made realities

not of our design.

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Gem and Jewellery show

Decorator of crown,

beautifier of naked neck

witness to union

marker of class,

gem and jewellery

are made for show,

the ultimate frill

but behind the ornate

the crusting

lance and polish

there is another hand

other foreheads

with de-jewelled beads

undermined names

that are un-googled

from fashionable transcripts

lost in the mud-letting

of cosmetic commerce,

and shadowed in the glitter

they’ve crafted:

we bury ourselves

in our respective

political economies.

[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansa]

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