Deva De Silva Poems

Come to my door, call my name
Come to my bed, shake me awake
When morning sky yawns
When birds chirp away
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Away from everyday chaos
Where time flew in a blur
From mundane endeavours
Caging our souls
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Gods receive no praise
At your final earthly union
People you loved
visibly marked
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It’s a joy smelling to high heavens
At day’s end, tending my garden
Dressed in mud
Kissed by the sun
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A tribute to my teacher:

Dear Sue,
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I remember
How we danced on a bridge
One magical morning
Saturday night still hovering in the air
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Sitting on my rooftop one eve
In the scorching tropical heat
The sun glare, blinding me
Braving its passionate beat
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Brittle hair prickling my nose
Breathing in my ear, deep
Resting a left leg on my hip
You lay lost to the world
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A blissful melody
Tingle within me
Spreading from my essence
To the least of me
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Peel off your purple masquerade
That smirks and smears pain
To hide the truth, you fail
I see through your sheer veil
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