Shirani Rajapakse

Shirani Rajapakse Poems

They sit in a row, heads
Bowed low, and accept
...

A train goes up a train comes
down. We pass in the night. Silence
ricochets through the rooms. You
...

The trees are falling,
falling down along the avenue
...

A head in the drain, he tried to
understand why. They took him in for
...

What would the walls
say if only they
could speak? Would they
...

Early morning one lazy
day when the sun had not yet woken up
to warm the world Poseidon bounced out of his
dwelling, deep inside
...

I

Colombo clicks her heels
tonight as music throbs in hidden
...

How different is a bookworm
from any other worm, you might

wonder. A worm is
...

Layers of coloured cake
sandwiched with fruits; pineapple
stewed just right, kadju
...

His voice lifted her. She was
caught in the light of his eyes. His words
guided her on her way.
He moved his lips and her arms rose
...

Biting cold in a foreign land, dressed
in cotton for a Sri Lankan summer. Chilled

to the bone I watch the boats come in. Frozen
...

Singers practice for tonight's show.
It's a major performance

for the mosquitoes flown in from
...

The sweat streams
Down her cheeks
And loses itself
In her
...

Pepper spray for Wall Street,
rubber bullets for Tahrir Square.

The police have taken over, a law unto
...

Hands across the world we are
the masses. We protest injustice
that those in high office calls
justice. We weather the spray,
...

Out of the ruins of war rose a voice
so calm it took us by surprise. Was this
peace? We rejoiced and marveled at
the thought.
...

Lifting, moving,
bowing. Blue stripes
on loose white cover
skin and bone too
...

18.

Give me a sip of water
for my lips are parched, my throat too dry
to speak and I will sing you a song
of the Sahel as I remember it. A song soft
...

The aroma from my coffee wafts
through the room. The sweet
taste of the doughnut lingers in my
mouth as I sit in cushioned
...

The men ride through the night. Their horses
gallop to time on the sands as they
move through the dust rising, rising like a cloud.
And as they move they sing.
...

Shirani Rajapakse Biography

Sri Lankan poet and author Shirani Rajapakse began publishing in 2011. Her debut collection of short stories 'Breaking News' (Vijitha Yapa 2011) was shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award. Her poetry is published in literary magazines and anthologies (both print and ezine) . In early 2013 she won the 'Cha 'Betrayal' Poetry Contest. Her poem 'The Shower' was selected as a finalist in the Anna Davidson Rosenberg Poetry Awards 2013. Except for a few, the majority of poems included here are all previously published. The original publisher and date of publication is included below the poems. Below is a list of literary magazines and anthologies that feature her work. Literary magazines: Kitaab, Cyclamens & Swords, Channels, Linnet’s Wings, Spark, Berfrois, Counterpunch, Earthen Lamp Journal, Asian Cha, Dove Tales, Buddhist Poetry Review, About Place Journal, Skylight 47, The Smoking Poet, New Verse News, The Occupy Poetry Project. Anthologies: Ballads, Short & Sweet, Poems for Freedom, Voices Israel Poetry Anthology 2012, Song of Sahel, Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology, World Healing World Peace 2012 and Every Child Is Entitled to Innocence. She blogs at http: //shiranirajapakse.wordpress.com.)

The Best Poem Of Shirani Rajapakse

Silently Waiting

They sit in a row, heads
Bowed low, and accept
The law’s blows.
Forced to breathe pepper
As the law hovers
In front spraying in
Hope they would leave.
Or die. That would be
Better for the law. No
Doubt.
The cameras flash but
Don’t intervene to save
The students. Prevent
The police onslaught.
Defenders of democracy
What say the press standing
Silently watching,
Clicking.

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