Dilshan Boange Poems

In the age of Homo-Economicus,
Became the body,
The prime commodity,
With risings of poverty,
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Creme upon sheets of satin
Lacings of luxuriance bathe my being
The coolness of the morning air
Resting on skin as a gentle hand unseen
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A body of breeze...
The harmony of melody...
I soothe to a jazzy track 'Fullmoon'.
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Bombay sweets and Strawberry tea
A celebration to both taste and see
The smoke that unfurls is a song of relief
Wrapped in respite although a moment brief
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In the comfortable daze of half-sleep
I lay with you
Your nape a bed-couch
For my eyelids
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Figures half covered
A new dimension unveils
Sitting motionless for a certainty
Neither the Day nor the Night claims the moment.
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Did Bolden come out of Slaughter?
Or did the butcher get him?
Made into meat patties
To fill the space between the sliced bread buns
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Do Swans smile? ...


Serenity the note of their bodies' flow
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