Apocalypse soon

The child plays in the fire
scattering sparks
when suddenly the street erupts
in waves of flowing hate
and splintered flying glass
shattering old amities and sharding bonds...

Dream of Escape

As the nightwatch  drags to an end,
the august moon over the watch tower
flees upon the grey wings of a lone moth.

The southern sea gives up her dead
Unto the leaden shore...

Sublimation

The night falls at last
Scrutinizing intoxicated love
which has no remedy,
and is hidden in the day light,
as if a fire-fly dance

Desires inherently preserve

July 1983

I used to wonder about the Nazi killers,
and those who stood and watched the killing:

does the memory
of so many pleading eyes

Beast of Burden (Chekku Madu)

Rajah could not find the place where the troublesome demon was hiding. He searched and searched. He vowed to discover and destroy the demon before sunset. Of course, that was easier said than done. In arctic countries like Norway....

Because We Were Not There

Once I dreamt,
of drawing you, only you,
but I woke up,
before I was done.
By then, I had become a matchstick man
in a scribbling of your.....

Inquiries into vaginas

The nights are not dark
The days not bright
The guilty are rewarded
The innocent punished
We carry everything with us
Still we have nothing
The Tamil identity is scattered

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Journalists for Democracy in Sri Lanka

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