thoughts a festering wound
gathering and multiplying waves
racing from the depths

oblivious
I gaze
through
the crowd.

passing faces all blank outlines
penciled shades quivering
ghostly hums curling my ears

pain
twist
and
i hear.

smashing the misty trance
a distance toll of a temple bell
taps on my glassy clamour.

all
empties
flashing
silence.

© Malintha Perera 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

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