Closer to The Sun

The colors fell slowly
on to the rusted Earth
for yet another day went by
with a mischievous smile

Lightly inhaling the incense of life, paused
took the safe exit, for it was worth the wait!

Alas! Wish every moment I’d be
a tender lullaby in your ears
a soft murmur beside you
a shadow that follows… Sigh!

Stirred from my sleep and you winked, Smiles
fell upon the darkness and you lit me up, literally!

With slightly trembling wings
like a new-born butterfly
rises from its cocoon, I
I started flying…

All I needed was just another unexpected eclipse
surviving the dreams, just to get closer to the Sun…

© 2012 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

Cluttered

I’ve been thinking in circles and triangles
trying to help you figure out the feelings
mine were already figurative to you, but
added yourself, subtracted him and divided by me
equation would’ve been balanced for the time being

Oh! But to you, my love was just, an aura
never seen before, a touch never felt in the heart.
it was there even before the time itself existed
nothing to change about it, turn around,
crawl back or change myself in that case

More of that or lesser self-respect
then enter the heroine, not the drug
but in a way you were, I was addicted
I wasn’t the villain, not the hero either
not in your eyes at least, sigh! Smiles

I watched it all burn upon my inner eye
triangles and squares, feets and acres,
whole books and empty sheets of memories
thinking in circles again
thinking is circled now

Love is deviant in ways that seem impossible
beautiful and unequivocal than the most
but no one gives a rat’s arse, do they?
Consumer zombie minds, Hah! Dead walking!
Welcome to the future bro! My friend told me

Time do changes most people
so do feelings that slay the time
nothing stays the same for that long
but I wasn’t the most, you knew it all along
thus the dilemma, I figured, I understood.

© 2012 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

Memories

All of a sudden,
Heaven fell down on me
and when you spoke
I felt content, and my heart,
it skipped beats
literally…

Slowly,
the whole world faded
and faces became just blurs
the time froze in its tracks
and you stepped closer
closer than my own shadow

Arrived the butterflies
as your fragrance lingered
and mesmerized me
I inhaled you once
and I got devoted…

My love for you is the Earth
it’s the blue sky, and
the universe put together
It’s unwavering, unequivocal
and incontestable…

So, my dear memory collector;
I’ll hold on to these until I die
precious and treasured
invaluable and cherished
and worth far more than my life…

© 2012 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

Just another Morning

Smiled a few dew drops, sparkling
splashed on the already wet ground
thrown off the thin pine leaves, that
sway to the rhythmic early breeze

I walked alone, bathing in the glamour
of the blurry rays of the winking sun
following the hushed applause of
a buoyant troop of forget-me-nots

I saw you, in a skip of a heartbeat
sitting on a decaying tree root
trying to pretend like you didn’t
notice me, like I didn’t matter at all

I decided to wait, under the shade
and look at you from there, neither near
nor far, but really close to your heart
as close as a darn stranger can be

Suddenly down fell the darkness
blinding white streaks of light danced
across the newly united earl grey clouds
and roared the sky at its highest

you, in a split second, was holding tight
on to me, your long fingers curled on my chest
breathing heavily, looking for a sanctuary
and me, I was breathless, stunned, mesmerized

deep, into your mischievous blue eyes, I stared
whispered how much you meant to me, my life
I know I mattered at that moment, but only until
I saw, my dreams reflecting on the grey ceiling.

© 2012 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

Pretence.

One Lonely night
Under my bed
I found a soul
rusty and wet

Tearing apart
grey webs of art
I took the soul
out of the dark

Oh! What a fright
it gave my old heart

Oh! What a searing light
it shed on my new life

A silenced strife
of my silenced life
The silenced start
Silenced apart

Carving a hole
inside the wall
I tried to hide
hide from this all

Protecting the sight
of my own right
I threw it down
drawing a frown

Bouncing back and forth
jumping up and down
doubting everything I did
It started a mutiny

Then!

another contention
beyond contemplation
my consummation
the final conflagration.

© Pamuditha “ZEN” Anjana