Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Dreams And Nightmares (Imperfect Haikus - 7)


Dreams

Unleashing surrealism
From her entrapment
Pandora’s Box


Mosaic

Unheralded scenery
Marbles lost to the transience
Of schizophrenia


Chess

A dream of solitude
Galloping on a chess board
A knight mare


Sentimental

Where memories are kept
A mausoleum to times of mirth
Strains of nostalgia


Anarchy

In a psychedelic psyche
Are fragments of madness
Opium wars of a bipolar mind


Casanova

Promiscuous creature
Untamed in her pedigree
Summoning the unpardonable


Lost

What is incinerated by a flame
Rests in fragments of embers
Of amnesia

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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