New Galle Road

In the mornings

I love sitting by the window

As the bus takes the

New Galle Road

On its journey to Colombo

This road that runs along the sea

That surrounds our

Serendipity

Brings to me the smell of the sea

And a great many opportunities

With its harsh winds

And it is with this same wind

Blowing my hair

Here, there

Enveloping me in its own little cyclone

That I feel calm

Like I never do

And at a certain time of the evening

When the sun fights against darkness

Everything takes on an orange glow

The leaves of tress

Windows of houses

Everything looks like

A fire burns in them

And it is this glow that makes me feel

Both happiness and sadness

Without allowing a feeling of nothingness

One would expect as a result of

Happiness canceling out sadness

The way one plus minus one

Is zero

But at that time of the evening

I feel happiness in all its intensity

And I feel sadness

In all its ferocity

And sometimes I think of you.