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night dipped in moon water trees mouthing words a mist forming on the surface high dew drops ********** on the cement steps incense smoke filming the whole scene a lonely flame a gentle twitch ahead of the hall a seated statue eyes downcast ignoring shadows high on the wall just a flicker now and then breaths sliced down pieces of vibration splinters fishing for light instead confronts a high voltage emptiness. ©Malintha Perera 2014
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Silent Night
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
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
The Temple Bell
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
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Mocking Moon...
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
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Moon..
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
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Forest Song
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
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I Am the Night