Dilantha Gunawardana

Galle Face (A Landmark In Colombo) - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

The hustle and bustle of busy bodies
Swarming on foot and wheels
Along the serenity of the waltzing waves
And the wooing mistral
Of a graceful sculpture of the Indian ocean front
A landmark of a city spawned from a colonial zygote
And baptized with cosa-nostra nomenclature
What conceals the juxtaposed dichotomy
Of an alluring serenity
Where lovers hold blooms of umbrellas
To conceal the conversation of gazes
And the symbiosis of lips
And an ear-drum shattering cacophony
Where tuk-tuks poison the tranquil oceanscape
With a dose of decibels and a cloud of smoke
A lover’s paradise yet a lonely man’s sanctuary
Where beauty narrates mental tapestries
Of memories etched and reminisced
A sky where kites hover and dreams tower
As child and inner-child hold a single thread
In a bond that can only be broken apart
By the scheming wind gods
Where beauty has a hold on hearts
And paintings are born on the other side of irises
A fix of nature amidst concrete monsters
Beauty and the beast coexisting
In the cohabitation of love and sin
Where cultivars of affection cross-pollinate
A pollen of beauty to colonize the stubborn heart
And to shatter open its vaults of empathy
Where amidst the smoke clouds of pollution
And the absence of chlorophyll
Lies a place where a magical portion of love heals
Echelons of breed and creed
In an exchange of palms
Of a single bag of chick peas
And spiced pineapple cubes
In the pastels of humanity
What can never be sold or leased
To the juggernaut of modernity
A place where time stands still
As hearts are forever moved

Topic(s) of this poem: country

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Colombo, Sri Lanka

Comments about Galle Face (A Landmark In Colombo) by Dilantha Gunawardana

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/27/2015 11:34:00 PM)

    Best work I've seen here in awhile...Like the storyline. and the metaphoric tease...Your periodic spin away from the theme to incorporate virtual kaleidoscopic imagescape with the storyline is never too far as to lose the Readers captivity to the overall work...Mellifluous structural movement throughout, with right margin breakpoints superbly
    employed....You have the gift...Keep that pen pumping! ~FjR~
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

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