By the unfenced, unbounded
Evenly paved walkways of
A Reid Avenue, Colombo 07, now paved,
Bounces the evening joggers
As on cement benches under ancient trees
Voyeurs enjoy the i-pod clinging women who
— Fully self-conscious of watching eyes of guys —
Melt away that gaze in the velvet music
And dribble their boobs as they bounce; run.
In the imposed solitary i-pod world
And under the trees, relaxed, stretched back,
Two classes — two groups — of
Walkway consumers engage in harmony,
Their masturbatory dreams — though worlds apart —
Closer than ever in strangers’ hearts,
In this fast developing Gota’s Unreal City reality:
A win-win situation is a bargain too good.
Malls out of dilapidated structures of yore
With cutting edge beams wrought out of military masonry.
Leisure strips of jogging ground thronged by
Fat-walkers in a Pettah of another world,
Slowing down to make room, or impatiently budging by,
As the dusk sets down on a dustless frame
Blurring personality. Murky colours on slime.