Thursday, June 30, 2022

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Yesterday, I saw a stranger in the mirror
When did I start looking this sad
I started crying, so turned my back to the wall
There's just so much ugliness one can take in a day

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Dissent


Word of the day: Dissent
Disagreement with the philosophy, methods, goals, etc. of a political party or government

They say the aragalaya is dead or distracted
Far from reaching its goal of sending Gota home
And perhaps Galle Face is no more a Gama
But a sparsely populated desert, tents still erect

But you will still hear a voice screaming into a microphone
Protest chants that fill the air
Mixing with the salt of the ocean and tears of desperation
A struggle exhausted, but unrelenting

And one may criticise the apathy
The lack of participation
The disintegration of dissent
And from them, we must ask if they do not hear

The wails of a woman who watched her husband fall dead to the ground
After standing in line for days hoping for fuel, praying for kerosene
The anguish of a father who holds the lifeless body of his child
Who died because they couldn't get to a hospital in time
(And one wonders if there would have been a point in going to
A hospital with no medicine and no staff and no electricity)

The sighs of exhaustion, beads of sweat
Of men and women, young and old, packed into buses and trains
Praying it doesn't rain, hoping the streets are not in darkness
Knowing the money in their wallet would only get them through a meal at most
(But what does one do with rotting vegetables, weevil-infested rice
When there is no gas to cook a simple curry or two)

And as we are stripped of what little joy, what little hope we had
As we listen to lie after lie, promises of better days to come
If only we can get through the toughest of weeks that never seem to end
They sit in their air-conditioned rooms, fill their stomachs with the finest food
Laugh and joke about the sorry state of affairs in the country they set fire to
Not a thought given to anyone but themselves

Monday, June 27, 2022

Choice

I left the door open, sure,

But it is you who chose to leave

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Best day of her life

Somewhere on the internet there is an album
Pictures from the best day of her life and one day
You will come across it and perhaps by then you would know
Or maybe it'll take you by surprise and you will hate us all
For not telling you about it, for letting this thing happen
You will go through the pictures, hoping to find in his face
A morsel of sadness, reluctance, a need to flee, run while he still could
Instead a smile, laughter, happiness, even
And it will break you in a way you never thought possible
It will feel like the worst pain you've felt in a long time
Her white sari, his grey suit, their poruwa, first dance
A newly married couple on the best day of their life
Almost mocking you from the screen

Monday, June 13, 2022

love.

Word of the day: inamorata
a woman who loves or is loved; female sweetheart or lover

Sometimes I fantasize about being a woman who loves and is loved
Coming home to kindness and warmth, a cup of tea waiting on the kitchen counter
Chicken in the oven, pasta boiling in a pot
Outside, the setting sun turns everything golden, ethereal
The bills are paid, the groceries done, the bed made and the wine chilled
A quiet existence, where voices aren't raised, fists aren't tightened
A love that is selfish, where the give and take isn't 50-50
Where one act doesn't have to be countered with an act of similar effort
Where you love in the way you know how to, and I do the way I know best

Wednesday, June 8, 2022

turn back time

would there even be an us
-as brief as it was-
if i hadn't been drunk that one night
and made the first move?
would we have had those handful of good days
now tainted by the faintest shade of grief
if i had been sober and you
still unsure?

let's get straight to it

Word of the day: hokum
out-and-out nonsense; bunkum

You say something about someone that I struggle to follow
Because all I can think about are your lips and how they feel when we kiss
We laugh at the end of it, and I have to stop myself from walking over to you
Instead I counter your story with something else about someone else

None of this matters, really, we are just trying to sound interesting or smart
Or funny or whatever else, even though none of it will play a part in how this night ends
Because we both know that soon
We will tire of the irrelevant, the stalling, and close this space between us

Sunday, June 5, 2022

nocturnal

Word of the day: caterwaul
to utter a long, wailing cry; howl or screech

We are strangers to the sun, to daylight
They don't know what our faces look like
Almost like vampires, we only meet
When the moon is out, and stars light up the sky
In the early hours of the morning,
When cats wail and rats scurry across floors
We share stories from years ago
And laugh about the joke our lives have become
Somewhere between emptying glasses and bottles
And the tiredness that slowly creeps in
We find something for ourselves
That only the nighttime seems to bring

Saturday, June 4, 2022

Maybe someday

we will look back at these days
with so much fondness, as if the bad, the ugly
never happened
you'll be married then, content,
and I will find so much joy in seeing you
doting over someone, even though that someone isn't me
and we will talk about our past with those who weren't
part of it without giving even a hint that
there was anything else between us
except friendship that made it through the years
and we will laugh at the silly things we did
the grand plans we had of conquering the world
the cheap wine we drank, songs we sang along to
and at the end of the night, as we say our goodbyes
we would hesitate
and linger for a second too long
and wonder what it would be like
if this home, this life, was ours

Thursday, June 2, 2022

cows and pigs

Word of the day: Piebald
having patches of black and white or of other colours; parti-coloured

Somewhere a cow grazes a field
and a child asks his mother
why the sky is blue and birds can fly
but why not pigs and why not us
and the mother tells him to hurry along now
stop looking at the cow and asking questions
about why it is black and white
and not brown like the others
they had just walked past
and the child hurries along
walking around a puddle in the middle of the road
and not jumping right into it like he would have
if only he had been alone
and the mother lets out a sigh relief
because she now doesn't have to
wash mud-stained clothes when they
get home and can instead
put the groceries away and get started on dinner