“I love you, and I feel loved by you. That’s why I’m here to stay.”

- Burghers on the Street, 11/June/2022

The Lost Wolf (January 2022 AD)

To make it work was a solemn pledge,

Love that was meant to bridge, 

On Halloween night - a smoke, a knife and bed. 

Pride brought, a dandelion's mess.

Yarns of friendship went on years, 

Not a boom, a snip - made truth my fears. 

A scrunchie worn to sleep with tears, 

He'll never hear the Danube, just as clear. 

Trauma, Gaslighting, anxiety and panic, 

A closure call with red flags - chronic, 

"Life was peaceful without you," spurred manic, 

Much like it, but Jack actually died in Titanic. 

A fairy-tale love story & beautiful friendship, 

Comes anew with the round trip. 

The sunflowers and butterfly, each other they pulled,

In peace he left, and found the lost old Wolf.

- Sandro Sathyajith (Circa January 2022) 

The Chase (August 2021 - A Dying Fire)

Roses he grew, in his garden bed

He didn't know what he had said,

An Angel that fell for his red,

The faces vanished, the beasts dead.

The wolf and the Angel, so in love.

Nights on mountainside, stardust.

A friendship that caught on fire

fire on fire - the collision struck.

Solitary wolf, in the moonlit sky,

Fell in love with a butterfly,

Resisted the chase, only for a while,

To make it work, he had to try.

A soul struck, thorns in heart,

The pain he thought did not last,

He passed in misery, his dying bark,

To make it work, was a farce.

From the ashes - you know the phrase,

The fragments that did erase,

A numbness was found in peace,

To cure the pain - that was the leech.

A chat near the Danube river,

The wolf chasing without quiver,

Losing himself in the chase, 

He turned back to never embrace. 

Time has set its course, 

The universe - lazy in remorse, 

The garden has set its case, 

The wolf has stopped the Chase. 

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 26th August 2021) 

A cold, rainy Thursday morning of ballads at work. 

Reborn: Black and Red. 🖤❤️

Dedicated to somebody very special. (02.11 - 03.11)

A heart of black,

She didn't lack,

We stumbled upon,

A midnight snack.

Moans bred after Lethe

bewitched his old heart,

White, she wore at first but beneath, 

She's a rose of fine art.

Probably, Possibly, Maybe.

Until I found her eyes hazy,

Bleeds black ablaze, 

A heart of love? Always.

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 2021)

Two.

~Thank you ❤️🖤~

Always and forever

Has no daily and whenever. 

Less friction, 

Brings dangerous collision. 

Home- lights out,

The last light gone, 

We stepped out of home, 

Both into darkness's dome, 

Our wands in lumos, 

Equipped with memory at Dawn,

awaiting twilight in Chronos,

Fire on fire - gone. 

But now we're in light, 

Of lone might,

Mastering our arts, 

Til collision comes past. 

And in time the Marked Collision, 

Will be reborn,

with time in fusion

And smiles worn. 

The tick of the clock, 

The tap of the nose, 

Oh memory - block! 

Let's not count those. 

Three red beads and a Ring of Blue, 

Dark Earrings, and a Scarf that's new,

Kataware Doki - we await in a few, 

Two hearts of Red and Black - turn two.

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera 

The Marked Collision.

~The Tale of the Werewolf and the Angel.~

You never met me,
You met me, Red.
Like the lethe you did,
All of them, bewitched.


My preying intent,
Could not prey on your content,
For you never made a hole,
Within the walls you appeared, whole.


Maybe it’s all I’ve been through,
Unsure of the reasons my heart puts into,
Never did I see perfection,
The lost maze in me found direction.


A heart ring’d with stone,
Your heart - gentle - yet visible strength,
The spotlights shone yet you were alone,
Held onto pain - numb - waiting til it end.


Diamond hearts collided,
The Amorous edifice broken,
Until ‘n after the sun left the horizon,
We’re fire on fire, unfolded.


And in this darkness of life,
Language of love felt but never spoke - only alone,
To hug to kiss to cherish - without strife,
My hearts' bounds leapt to new from old.


Together we’re a force with might,
Patience our power - we fight.
Irrevocably we love - never alone,
Always and forever, together we’re Home.


~Sandro Sathyajith Perera 

All lyrics are copyright to Sandro Sathyajith Perera

The Rose of Immortality.

A Rose as red,
As the Nightingale's blood,
The rose-tree sat on the flower bed,
High upon it was the Rose as red as crimson blood.

For years he watched it grow,
And for years she passed the garden's door.
How he watered it, she did not know,
With showers of Unrequited love, that did grow.

She'd lean in and talk,
Whilst holding other roses she'd gotten,
From along her wonted walk.
Yet, the scent of my Rose, had she not forgotten?

Time had set its seal on his brow,
He espied the distinct Rose she held tight, and he got to know,
Floodgates of sorrow, behold.
His Rose shall forever be immortal, in his fold.


~Sandro Sathyajith Perera 

All lyrics are copyright to Sandro Sathyajith Perera