Angels of fairies and demons of Sinhala
Dance entwined together in my wisdom’s search for peace
Dirty country roads in dark rainy clouds remind my lonely walk
Arboreal instincts sparkle in my organs
Inviting me in to incite an earthly violence
Rays of occasional faith in the frays of life
While striving towards for better survival
Adam’s apple still needs water though in the lake of sweet water
Strokes of heart with radiating pain and
Madness of love that still rule the nerves
Where can I lean calm and drink a cup of cofee?
Angels of fairies and demons of Sinhala
Dance entwined together in my wisdom’s search for peace
Rembrandt would fail to draw down all my love
Byron would feel not to have that affair again
Ages through ages none knoweth when one falls in fancy love
It is not solicited though it is divine.
Mightn't I abhore to taste this fancy passion?
Passion for love together with the embrace of reality,
Apexes of my life’s mission converge at vast emptiness
Adding much ado about nothing!
muthuraman subramaniam
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