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Malintha Perera Oct 2014
leaves sculpted
statues in silvery
stardust

a solitary moon
half winks
peeks  through

its mocking gaze
a crest, on little trophies
erected within us

their ghostly shadows
a field of ruins
of fragile dreams.



© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
It’s not the same moon
that you and I see
the moon is the moon
that we want it to be.

the moon is a picture
of our own thoughts
the moon will be
what we want it to be.

© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
the grass quiver tantalized
well tuned strings
plucked by those hands
of the churning wind
passing by…. passing by.

the leaves gyrate in tune
dancing on the chords
echoing in the stillness
whispering then and then
to go on…. to go on.

the sound of monkeys
adding leafy rhythms
with their jumps and turns
a mad crescendo
high and low…. high and low.

floating with the song
joy an ocean in each pore
my mind still and yet
on a magic carpet that swirls
here and there…. here and there.

© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
past midnight
i cannot sleep
not when the currents of the night
drawing me in
my kuti is alight
with transparent beams
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?

my eyes are shut
but yet open
i want to move
but where is my being ?
i see through the walls
through dark waves
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?

sinking …. sinking…
further and beyond
thoughts flaring
no handles to hold on
not even sipping
those lips that once lured in
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?

darkness is light
light is darkness
one and the same
the same emptiness
void has no colour
the colour is ego
the night is not dark
and it is not a black stream.

© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
wet leaves
brush each other
dry

catching the dew
with their tongues..
colours stretch

shifting the light
shadows tease
the ground

eyelashes supple
against the wind…
flap and flap

between chapters, shades press

summer
on my skin, burning
dry leaves

crushed leaves...
the smell of grass
under us

© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
roaming colours
paint the woods
pencil feathers

ringlets echo
one after one
each flap

hues of sunlight
touch up shades
soft plumes

little hiccups
with each take off
leaves quake

wild flowers
a frisson of pleasure
swamps in

petals unfurl
a sigh undone and
sepals swell

tender sips
with rooted focus
bees detour

minds untie
as each glides by
a masterpiece

© Malintha Perera 2014
Malintha Perera Oct 2014
autumn wind
shakes the dark clouds…
a laugh bursts

the rising mist
catches my skin…
warm fingers

sound of rain
on the roof…
a tap dance

on leaves…
the thump they bring
unroot silence

water strips
outside the window…
puddles crackle

fallen leaves
float by and by…
waving shadows

wind and the rain… ticks everywhere

rain drops blend moist air….. sweetness

loud gasps
from the skies…
thunder

lightning flashes
a brief glimpse…
thoughts

© Malintha Perera 2014

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