Balmy island nights,

frangipani wafting through the air,

monsoon showers falling from the sky,

screeching down, amidst angry thunder, and lightening, tearing through the clouds,

running, spiraling, downward

towards the sun battered grass,

afraid of what is to come

we watch each other, circling, like the birds,

speak or stay silent, speak or stay silent, SPEAK OR STAY SILENT?

………………………………………………………….

There, I’ve said my piece, a whole dramatic monologue of my unfettered feelings

pent up for years, released,

I don’t know what I expected, to return to life, like the grass perhaps,

for reciprocation?

I’ve known for years what this is, haven’t I?

Maybe, I wanted it to end, the torment, the uncertainty, maybe

I took you by surprise, didn’t I?

I wrap up the demons, I just let loose,

neatly in a box, inside my head, they are always struggling to break free

you never saw them, just like you’ve never really seen me

the demons, they keep me company,

on balmy island nights

when, you are afraid to love me……

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

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