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DEVIKA FERNANDO'S POEMS

I have more than 170 English poems altogether (as well as a couple of poems in German) and I always find it more than hard to decide on which ones I like best or which ones might objectively be considered the best. However, I managed to select a few that I feel stand out.

I usually categorize my poems like this:
  • love & lust
  • philosophy
  • mystery
  • personal
Some time ago I created two more categories:
  • SRI LANKA series
  • dedications
Most of the titles are pretty self-explanatory, e.g. "love & lust".
In "mystery" I write about 'darker' subjects or 'magical' topics that stretch imagination a bit further.
"Personal" comprises everything that has an explicit lyrical I or You or reads like a conversation or somebody relating something.

The "SRI LANKA series" is something I have come up in 2006. The concept behind it is that I want to compose a kind of anthology with poems about Sri Lanka. So far, I've written twelve poems for this series, but I'm determined to write until I could fill a small book with at least twenty poems, which I then plan to make available for sale online and hopefully even in stores in Sri Lanka.
Off and on, I dedicate a poem to a person dear to me, be it for a special occasion or just to express my love for them. Hence, "dedications" came into life.

Now, onto the poems.
I'd like to post one poem per category to give you a taste of the various kinds of poems I write.

If you want to read more than this hand-full of poems, feel free to visit my deviantART poetry account with a selection of my 'best' and most recent poems.


A poem from the "love & lust" category:
Huntress

I’ve caught and captured you
I’ve got you trapped and tangled
You’re on the tip of my tongue
You’re beneath my finger nails
When I lick and scratch, hunt

I’ve taught and tortured you
I’ve got you dazed and confused
You’re in the hollow of my neck
You’re in the small of my back
When I nuzzle and cuddle, hunt

I’ve fought and favoured you
I’ve got you willing and wary
You’re underneath my skin
You’re eating out of my hand
When I embrace and lead, hunt

I’ve amazed and abused you
I’ve got you mingled and mangled
You’re on the edge of a dream
You’re on the verge of giving in
When I seduce and induce, hunt

I’ve caught and captured you
I’ve sought and raptured you
As I’m a huntress par excellence
Always on the prowl for prey
I’m your most persistant predator

Flashing a smile, wiggling a hip
I’m not hunting with bow and arrow
But i penetrate your very marrow
It’s not a hide-and-seek game
It’s almost a devil’s bargain

Beware when I’m out on the hunt
‘Cause once I’ve caught and captured you
You’ll be trapped and tangled forever
In too deep, too deeply in love
With a huntress

A poem from the "philosophy" category:
Fleeting moments

Crane your neck way back
To see it fly way up high
Before it’s gone, the bird
Disregarded like an unheard word

Turn your head right to the side
To catch it flare in mid-air
Before it’s gone, the butterfly
Disregarded like a meaningless sigh

Don’t let your lids flutter or drop
Unless you want to miss the sight
Of the bird, fluttering, taking to flight
Disregarded like a dropped hope

Don’t waste your time by wondering
Unless you really prefer not to see
The butterfly, without a haste, free
Disregarded like a stranger wandering

There’s so much you may catch
If you look not to see but to capture
There’s so much out there not to miss
If you hear in order to listen well

The unfolding of a miniature winglet
The soft idle fall of a downy feather
The gleam of sunlight in a dew drop
The ruffled pattern of clouds reassembled

There’s so much withheld still to behold
If you sharpen your sense and sensibility
There’s so much waiting to be discovered
If you explore without intruding things
Don’t just hear the roar of thunders
But watch out for the stroke of lightning
Don’t just recognize apparent wonders
But be aware of the tiny daily wonders
Raise awareness of precious fleeting moment

A poem from the "mystery" category:
Damnation

Last night the moon fell at my feet
Making disaster complete
A sign of total defeat
Last night the moon crashed to the ground
Got lost to never again be found
Left me tumbling around
Last night the moon committed suicide
Leaving behind a darker night
Thus ending the fight

Today I watched the sun rise dazzlingly
For a creature as unworthy as me
Such a miracle to see
Today I watched the sun rise way up high
Replacing the moon-hole in the sky
Making me start to cry
Today I watched the sun spread its rays
Tantalizing in so many ways
It had me grieve for days

I’m the damnedest creature walking this earth
Doomed right from the moment of birth
I wallow in self-pity without end
Fight a destiny I cannot fend

I’m the cruellest being hauting this globe
Suffering cruelly without any hope
I fight the urge to live in light
Endlessly on the flight

I’m the strangest creation in the universe
Burdened by an insatiable thirst
I detest my own creation
Horrible situation

I’m the most miserable inhabitant of this world
Thousand curses have been hurled
A million charms can’t kill
My god-damned will

Last night the moon fell at my feet
My heart almost forgot to beat
A most impossible feat
Last night the moon crashed to the ground
Perishing without the slightest sound
As though it were home-bound
Last night the moon committed suicide
Such a truly devastating sight
I prayed with all might

I’m the damnedest creature walking the earth
I’m the cruellest being haunting this globe
I’m the strangest creation in this universe
I’m the most miserable inhabitant of this world

Condemned to belong to the Undead forever
But eternity’s tortures have made me clever

A poem from the "personal" category:
Cry

Cry for the love you never had
Cry for the lover in your bed
Cry for the time you wasted
Cry for the blood you tasted
Cry for all that you didn’t say
Cry for others feeling dismay
Cry for the rain falling down
Cry for all the strangers in town
Cry and scream, don’t just be silent and frown

Cry if you want to
No-one will mind
Cry if you need to
Leave it all behind
Cry on my shoulder
Cry out loud
And let it all out

Cry for the people who walk by
Cry for birds flying in the sky
Cry for all the pain you feel
Cry to make your heart heal
Cry for your friends and foes
Cry for all your highs and lows
Cry at night or during the day
Cry for he didn’t want to stay
Cry and lasting relief will soon be on its way

Cry if you want to
No-one will care
Cry if you need to
If no-one is there
Cry on my shoulder
Cry out loud
And let it all out

Cry for heaven and for hell
Cry for love broke this spell
You cried, you cry and you will cry
For crying’s sake and for all
Cry silently
With all you can give
Cry out loud
For all you can get

But tell me when you cry
For I’ll be by your side
Cry little bird, cry butterfly
Cry with your eyes open wide
Cry silver tears of joy
And golden tears of grief
With rain drops on your cheeks
And your wet cheeks on my face
With watery eyes
Like blue oceans of emotion

Cry
But don’t cry for nothing.

A poem from the "dedications" category:
Sleeping beauty

With watchful eyes
I watch over your sleep
While watching you sleep
You are cradled safely in my arms
One of my hands tangled in your hair
The other one entwined with your fingers
You’re curled into a foetus position beside me
Making me watch over your sleep like a mother
With watchful eyes I watch you, my sleeping beauty

With soulful eyes
I look into your soul
Looking into your eyes
They are shining back at me
Gleaming with so many emotions
Sparkling over in competition with mine
You’re seeing me inside out, through and through
Making me one with you, making you one with me
With soulful eyes I look into your soul, my waking beauty

With tearful eyes
You’re observing me
While I break into tears too
I’ve hurt you without meaning to
For how could I ever mean to hurt you
When hurting you would amount to suicide
For how could I ever want to make someone suffer
Whom I love more than myself, whom I can’t bear to see
With tearful eyes like these observing me, my beloved beauty

With joyful eyes
You’re looking at me
While I’m looking at you
As I just told you what I feel for you
Told you how incredibly much I feel for you
You’re unique, you’re my one and only, you’re mine
I would do almost everything to make you this joyous
Making you smile at me so lovingly because I truly love that
With joyful eyes you’re looking at me, making me be the beauty

With watchful eyes
I watch over your sleep
While watching you sleep
My lap is a cushion for your head
My fingers are caressing your temples
Your arms are wrapped tightly around me
Neither of us wants to ever let the other one go
Making you cling to me even while you’re asleep
With watchful eyes I watch you, my sleeping beauty

A poem from the "SRI LANKA" category:
Trading traditions

Trading treasured traditions
For treacherous trendy trivia
Has become a bad habit here
In itself almost another tradition

Added to a trunk-load full of drama
Being dramatically embedded
In thousands of years of yearning
Embroidered with the trash of tourists
Who bring themselves and their own
Treason masked as Western traditions
Enamouring natives and locals
With what is alien and everything but
Unalienable – dare to say untouchable
Thus traditions are traded in for
Trash TV and TV trash – recycled –
Japanese cars and Indian trishaws – remodelled –
Fashion fads and futile attempts – ridiculous!
Tricky things traded in for traditions

As soon as the first home for elders
Replaces the cosy home shared with elders
As soon as the first child day-care
Replaces the daily care for a child
As soon as the first foreign Sri Lankan in Sri Lanka
Replaces the typical Sri Lankan in a foreign country
You can be certain that even here
Traditions are traded – almost traditionally!

Last but not least, I'd like to upload one of my German poems so those who know German can also get an idea about my poetry style:
Gedankenlaecheln

In Gedanken
– versunken, ertrunken –
Sehe ich dich laecheln
Dieses gedankenverlorene
Und in meinen Gedanken gefundene Laecheln
Deine Gedanken laecheln
Denn in Gedanken laechelst du mich an

In Gedanken
– um des Denkens Willen denkend –
Sehe ich dich lachen
Dieses von Herzen kommende
Und mich direkt ins Herz treffende Lachen
Deine Gedanken lachen
Denn in Gedanken lachst du über mich

Wenn du mich doch nur
Anlachen statt auslachen wuerdest
Wenn du mich doch nur
Nicht nur in Gedanken anlaecheln wuerdest
Mit deinem dem Gedachten wuerdigen
Und für den Unwuerdigen gedachten
Gedankenlaecheln

I am currently working on a collaboration with a French artist, putting together a book with selected poems by me and artwork (paintings & drawings) by him. It will soon be available for purchase online and in French bookstores.

 
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