Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Kites Of Passage


Kites on azure meadows
Amidst kaleidoscopic horizons
Floating effortlessly in perfect equilibrium
Holding their august poise
Yet fluttering in subtle spasms
Rippling their gauzy lattices
Like gossamer butterflies
Tethered to the slender fingertips
Of unadulterated innocence
Temples of an exuberant mirth
With bloated eyes and beaming faces
With sweat dappled on vernal tides of skin
Donning khaki shorts and logo tees
Dancing on bare feet
To the rhythmic thrushes of a maverick Aeolus

Oh how I too miss it a lot..........
The infusion of mirth
Holding a heaven-bound kite
Amidst jerks and heaves of the wind gods
Palms glued to a protracted string
As the fingers softly surrender
To the Liparian forces
Gently relinquishing few inches at a time
For her frolicking lattice
To waltz on this celestial dance floor
The playground of the gods

For kites transcend
Man's kinship to toys
To his pivotal rite of passage
From the larvae of infancy
To the wings of youth
For a boy without a kite
Is like the advent of springtime
In the absence of the sun
A pivotal symbol in his journey of life

For a kite-runner
Is not just a boy with a kite
But a conquistador steering
His own unique wheel of life

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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What a kite symbolizes in Asia

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