Friday, December 27, 2013

A WORLD WITHOUT STRANGERS

I have seen many things, heard many things, touched things and some untouched but have kept trying to touch. There is a world that’s completely unknown to me. Many adventures and lessons to learn are yet to come. But something is confusing. Is it that certain societies are strange to us or is it that we are not known to people? At times I feel that we know the world but it’s just that we have not attempted to reach the lives of people. We are bound by walls. We call some poor, some rich, some young, some old, some capable and incapable and one good and another bad. Yet, interestingly we are all devised with the same heart’s structure, the same brain cartilages, kidneys and the livers. The difference is that in some  may have messed up livers. Some with  hearts without veins. Human action and thoughts are the same. Some liberal, some with bobbled attitudes or very traditional. Some can be  quite aggressive or too generous or stonehearted may be. World is diverse. There are people who only look for the beauty and some who only see the ugly in the world. Among them there is this rare composition who would love to read lines in between both beauty and ugliness. Should one only look for the sweetness in life?  What does bitterness define then? We need both.  That’s what devises a complete man.

Pic By Thilina Brown Dilshan
Many people in the society have walled themselves. They are driven by prejudices.  These prejudices lie in two ways – ignorance and fear. The normal human response towards any person is “pre judgmental”.  We prejudice each other with a limited knowledge, especially if their behavior, or living conditions or the thoughts are different.  On the other hand some people refuse to change their attitudes thinking that they will lose their privilege. People are almost into operating some set standards and keep worshipping and believing them instead of living for what they think is right and wrong. Stereotyping is increasing day by day. People are creating social scripts in their heads about others and the roles that they believe they should play in this socially constructed world.

People don’t like to spend time or may be talk with someone who is lower in status than them. They consider it a dishonor.  People discriminate the rich for falling in love with the poor or the very younger being friends with the very older. Some restrict associating people all because they come from bad surroundings or may be because they’ve overheard bad of them. What can the status, the richness, the poverty or age  do?  We will not take these things with us to graves.  There is nothing called good or bad in people or that they are moral or immoral. We are born human, so we are bound to make errors and bound to think different. One shouldn’t be restricted of whom they would like to associate. One cannot be told of how they should act in society.  We are not perfect to judge others. What is important is to look good in everybody you meet and respect their journey.

We, being ordinary and well off at the least, may not like to deal with “mudukku” (shanties) people. We tend to identify those who come from “mudukkus “and brothels as immoral and corrupted. Even in our times there are people who disfavor homosexuals and P’s or P type (A Sinhala slang) seeing them as absurd or psychotic. Gays and lesbians are not shocking pictures. They’ve been existing since long time. They are a result of certain genetic and environmental factors and nothing to think delirious about them.

I’m not a rich traveler but is Thilina Aiya. He often makes journeys to places by train. “It was 4.30 in the evening. The train was packed with passengers, almost bent to one side” Thilina Aiya said. He has been on his way to Colombo from Panadura. He had been enjoying the sun set through the window, he said. The train has stopped suddenly due to “No Signal” when he saw some kids outside and has made a comic face at them and there it goes the reaction captured by him in a photograph.

The picture may talk a lot but there is something striking. All of us have our own stories on this earth. We all have a position in this world. It’s just that we don’t want to hear another person just because they are poor, immoral, homosexual or racially prejudiced. Everyone may not be good, but there is something good in everyone. Never judge people because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. Judging and criticism will not make the human learn anything new, but would define one’s folly.

I think that there is nothing in the world so inspiring and satisfying to meet people and to explore moments with them, no matter their age, their color, the gender or whether they are good or bad.  There is always something good to know or something unknown to be known behind every smile just as for these little buddies. Even a second spent with somebody unknown will turn to be a known the moment we share portions of each other’s lives. It’s truly enlightening and moving.

So it’s your choice to decide …to unwall yourself or not to...

(Inspired by the photography of Thilina Dilshan Samarawickrama)


ARE APPLES SMARTER THAN JELLYBEAN OR BETTER THAN GINGERBREAD ?

The Gadol baage or half-a-brick is hardly seen today.  Indeed, those of the younger generation might not know what the term means.  They might be shocked to know that it was used to refer to mobile phones, on account of size and shape. 

Those times where everything was too big to hold is over. Even the world is contacting to the point that today we call it a “global village” because somebody in the USA can visit Asia within a matter of hours or someone flying thousands of miles high in an airplane could let his family know he is fine with just a few fingertip movements. All we need is a few microchips with transmission lines. In other words technology builds closer connections and faster data sharing.  In the same way, those humongous gadgets have now transformed into tiny mobiles, highly techie with a few electronic components.

Two decades ago, mobiles were not only rare, but they were called ‘Celltels’, short for ‘cellular telephone’.  It was a luxury item.  Today, seeing somebody who looks a bit crazy, shaking his body and wagging her hair with a pair of earplugs fixed on ears, who may be skyping or listening to music is so common around bus stops, supermarkets, shopping malls or anywhere else, the word ‘crazy’ might not seem appropriate.

Today there are approximately 5 billion mobile phones with over.08 billion smartphone users.  Apple and Android are the most popular in the smartphone market.

Why Smartphones, though?

As the word ‘smart’ indicates, these gadgets know everything or seem to. They will let you install apps of your choice so you can google the entire earth.  They allow web browsing, mobile gaming, and social-networking across the world via Facebook, Twitter and Google+ and email.  Most of all, they come with high quality cameras so you can shoot and share with friends and family in an instant unlike in a traditional mobile phone.

There’s the flip side though.  For many smartphone users they become a piece of junk if and when it takes a longer time to download videos to navigate GPS or tweet pictures. Touch screens may not work at times. Smartphones are quite vulnerable to software attacks and piracy.  Such realities might very well make users think of their old Nokia phones with nostalgia and even switch back to them.

Varied technologies and sophisticated designs create new ‘needs’.  A Chinese couple, it was reported, actually sold their child to buy a smartphone.  That’s obviously an extreme example, but these developments are certainly forcing people to re-assess their value system. 

The popular smartphones work with a few speedy and attractive operating systems like Apple, Jelly Bean, Ice Cream Sandwich and Gingerbread. These systems may differ when comes to performance yet offer equally good benefits.  Perhaps a phone is only as smart as its user.  Or dumb. 




Published on the 15th of December 2013, in The Nation

RUN FOR THEIR LIVES 2013

“Dana” or giving is not a new thing to any SriLankan. We are born genial and hospitable that we never step back or think twice when comes to helping others. That is the true “SriLankaness”. The calendars of academic institutions, business entities and even of an average household are significantly dedicated for charity, volunteer projects or any kind of giving. There is no better exercise to heart than reaching down and lifting people up. We are glad to see the eagerness within people for such activities today. But one thing, the most you do for the others should be done with true virtue and not to expect anything better in return.

The Rotaract Club of Colombo Uptown claims popularity among many charity service clubs in SriLanka. They are proud heirs to the Award of citation for the best public relations project and for the best Rotaract Club for the years 2012/2013. Consisting of a diverse member population, the club holds a variety of projects and events covering all aspects of youth. Professional development, international understanding and community service are their mainstream though. They are truly in a mission to make moments, save lives and create smiles through every project  they undertake. Their journey is committed to every person. They have no known faces, no particular generation or age to serve for.

Out of a few remarkable projects done by them, RUN FOR THEIR LIVES (RFTL) is extra ordinary. Its inaugural event was held in 2010, which was a charity run in aid of those suffering from cancer. The concept had been drawn from various charity runs held across the world. Thus a new concept in charity brought down to SriLanka. The objective of such was to encourage people to engage in charity whilst having some fun. The very first version of this event included only 250 runners which raised a contribution of Rs 399,540. Eventually the event was held for the second and the third times in years 2011 and 2012 consecutively. The latter versions produced a sum of runners exceeding 1000 and greater contributions that calculated upto a lakh or more.

With much expectation to increase the funds, Run for Their Lives was held for the 4th time on the 8th of December. It was a 5 km charity run of which the starting point and the finishing line was the Colombo Hockey and Football Club. It was not just a mere run but included many exciting activities along their route which provided entertainment to the runners while helping to raise additional funds.

Unlike the previous versions of RFTL, this year’s event was a more exciting and an upgraded edition. The event was graced by more than 3000 runners .The participants were also encouraged to join the event in different costumes where the best costume was awarded a prize. The event consisted of a mini fair which included fun games like water sliding, mini golf and target shooting along with food stalls. The obstacle race was something noteworthy where the participants witnessed a sheer joy running with their faces covered in boxes or eyes closed.  Parallel to this event, a 500km cycle leg was organized, starting from Point Pedro to Colombo for 7 days, by a fit athlete named Thiwanka Bulankulame who voluntarily pledged to cause awareness and raise funds for RFTL 2013.

RFTL also crowded together many celebrities to raise contributions. Bathiya and Santhush, two big names in the SriLankan pop industry joined RFTL 2013 to make donations for cancer patients. Further Mahela and Sangakkara joined the RFTL 2013 Facebook Profile Picture Campaign encouraging people to contribute Rs 150 to help buy medicine for cancer patients.

In this way RFTL 2013 came to an end with an eye- opening crowd that flourished the CH&FC grounds last Sunday. The Rotaractors of Colombo Uptown are planning to donate medicine for the cancer patients totaling up their expected funds which might even go beyond Rs 2 million. It seems that the club is doing a worthy job to make such a big impact on lives that are really in need. We hope that the club will do greater work taking this project to exceptional heights.


Published on the 15th December 2103 , in The Nation


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

DECEMBER'S STORIES

I’m seated on the sandy shores with one of my favorite uncles. “Uncle Chandima “whom I use to call him. He was one of my aunt’s trusted associates, who was engaged in the delivery service at the Tangalle Post Office. Many evenings were spent soaking in the winter sun with Uncle Chandima. The skies turned crimson red with bright orange layers .The cries of the vendors along the beach, the merry songs and the children stories  are been heard and told. The December holidays are the perfect of all memories. The Tangalle beach was the most cherished of all Christmas holidays. I should have been seven or eight years then. If I’m not mistaken by my math. I used to spend the year ending holidays at my Lokuamma’s in Tangalle. She didn't have children to enthrall that time.  She still recalls the moments She entertained listening to my childhood adventures, long descriptions and all naughty I did. I was a classic fragment of her lonesomeness.

I liked the Christmas Eve. I loved watching people getting ready for the Christmas Day with decorations, glitter and huge dinner tables. What I liked most is the night time, the time I use to sit at the doorstep looking for brighter stars while Lokuamma discloses Santa’s tales, trying to feed me the night’s meal. I remember she often emphasized on “being good” and that good kids will receive gifts from Santa. And now I know that “Being good “was a phrase nothing more than an attempt made by her to make me eat all the dinner or may be to stop me being impish. Inspired by many a Christmas tales, I wasn’t at an age to be too skeptic about Santa’s gifts. I too wrote letters to Santa asking for toys and other fancy stuff I liked. I stayed up in bed pretending to be sleeping, just to see Santa giving me gifts. The next morning I would see a toy teddy bear and a story book under my pillow. Aye, Santa is real! , I thought.

We grow day by day. We learn as we grow. We see things different as we mature. Eventually I realized that all those Christmas gifts were given to me by my parents and not the Santa. Santa is a fabricated icon. A symbol of lavishness and happiness.

We all are Santas in different ways. We all are capable to aid and share. In least we can put up a smile of those who are worried in life, because there is no better exercise to heart than reaching down and lifting up people. Unfortunately Capitalism is ruling world like for every single capillary that makes up arteries and veins in a body. Money is everything. Religions are been commercialized. Even giving has become more of a return on investment out of its true virtue.

In the long run, human relationships are too being prepared for sale. Human relationships are an effort of trust and understanding. It is sure – footed and something confident.  Nobody can ask for it or buy it; instead one should treasure it with solid exercise. It is ridiculous to see someone pleading Santa in this way, which I came across in the news feed of my Facebook account a little while ago.

Santa, Can you hear me? 
I have been so ‪good this Year 
And all I want is ‪‎One thing
Tell me My ‪True Love is Near 
He's all I want,
just for Me Underneath ‪My ‎Christmas ‪‎Tree
I'll be Waiting here ..  
‪‎Santa !
That's My Only ‪‎Wish This Year!  

So at the end of the day Santa is a match maker too!


Can human folly harbor a more ungrateful thought than the notion that whereas God makes man beautiful in body, man makes himself pure in heart?

Monday, December 23, 2013

Sansara























The beams stretched, stretched along
Lines parallel and straight
Yet unsettled and unkempt  at times
Like the words and deeds
Devilish and venial
The iron horse hammering another
Creek! It cackles –
Much irritation
For those bumps and bends
unceasing high and low
Like good inheritance
And once a bad kinsmen
In the long, long
“SANSARA”
there we move.
Like mist that sweeps
the soot disguised
in black, pitch black
covering the skies
vex’d and wandering
He confers trust
investing sin
“Karma” –thus forsaken
remains unquestioned
faster the wheels move
the taller he grows                        
clothed in “ avidya”
hazardous havens
not known and  noticed

Inspired by Thilina Brown Photography | Thilina Dilshan

Sunday, December 8, 2013

THE SUN NEVER SET

“And water'd heaven with their tears 
Did he smile his work to see 
Did he who make the lamb make thee"

Blake's tiger is a divine creature. A creation of a natural world therefore. The tiger's mystic beauty implies the benevolent aspect while it's evil behavior signifies the bad. Blake's awe through out the lines for which " that god once created the good and the bad another time "  voices something striking. Doesn't it tell us something about this world ? the men who live in it ?

The British Empire was the history's largest empire that spanned the globe. They said that sun never set on it because the empire was humongous and it was always daytime somewhere in the empire. It's hard to track down when and where this long daylight began. The whole process of claiming a colony was undoubtedly arbitrary.Essentially British began to own land striking flags in random beaches. This could be called as how they began building up their empire. The influence and the power of the British ran across the world in many ways.

The British had its own good. Being pioneers of the industrialization, they helped spreading technology through out the world . Alongside the technologies , new agricultural techniques were introduced. Trade became one of the biggest reasons for the expansion of the empire. Improvement of trade involved importation and exportation of products of its colonies.They modernized education. Africa was such a beneficiary of British education where the their society ran through formal education and even residents were taught to read and write. Countries like India and SriLanka are devised by Britain . They inherit their laws , their constitutionalism  and even the infrastructure developed by them like  transportation resources , irrigation  and  telegraph lines. India thus became " the jewel of the British ". India titles for the longest rail road in Asia today consequent to the English developments. Little things like interaction with other languages  to enrich language with new vocabularies was a result of this widespread empire.

However the bad outweighed the good. The empire was built upon the death of hundreds of thousands of people. Colonies prevailed ruthless acts of imperialism. Acquisition of countries were always made with treaties that always favored them. The locals were pushed into colonies and grabbed the most fertile and the productive land. Simply speaking , opportunists they were!. Alienation of locals from their native land lead to fury of the indigenous people of the colonies and ancient records state that such activities brought about nationalistic movements that demanded freedom and liberalization from the colonization. These further lead to outbreaks that killed many citizens. Military forces were used to take authority over buoyant indigenous communities . The death toll was countless in these wars while some were locked up in cells. Human rights were violated unconditionally.

Followed by all these the empire came in to an end with the decolonizing. Apparently the Colonial British switched themselves to as the “Commonwealth”. 1887 marks the first Colonial Conference held by the Commonwealth leaders. The objective of such conference was to strengthen the Commonwealth relationship and to address the pressing commonwealth issues of the day.  Further subjection to amendments the summits renamed the Conference as the “Commonwealth Heads of Government Meetings “(CHOGM) of which the inaugural meeting took place in 1971 in Singapore, later succeeded in every two years. The CHOGM 2013 was more a seasonal sensation that gripped the entire SriLanka. Starting from the little trees planted all over the Colombo streets, the pavements and roads were reconstructed to welcome the looters who jiggled the country sometime back in an attempt to make benefits. For those who witnessed, it was more a bigotry than a genuine workout, I feel. After a week’s exercise there is no fruitful outcome to be seen. The entire talk was about the breached human rights and the media justice. We as Lankans should realize that Cameroons’ are neither interested in the post war development nor the rehabilitation going across the country today. Methinks that nobody could say it’s totally unfair to go for an international inquiry or fair to have such. It’s clean enough for one to think that appointing your own committee and having own inquiries into allegations will have no enough transparency and therefore heading to international inquiry via a third party would satisfy means. On the other hand it’s evident that international inquiry may not favor us as the majority of the nations are conceived of the consequences.


The empire no longer exists yet holds the name for its grandeur and triumph. To some of us its glory seems fake though in the modern context. The only query lying on the British is why we, “SriLanka “all the time? British being the heart of protecting human rights is no longer adhering to its rules too. Recently leaked British Government documents reveal that in 1972 British soldiers were given an indemnity from prosecution for illegal killings of the civilians during the Irish wars. Further many  killings have been made against the civil Iraqians , systematically being beaten up and tortured . Surprisingly the British Army has held no official inquiry to many of these killings and no British Army has been prosecuted. Britain's human rights violations are likely to be a blind eye in the face of other countries today. Having their violations kept aside pretending to not to know about them, it's ironic in a way that they are preaching other countries about safeguarding human rights like the “honorable masters" of all. 

As awful this empire may be, still there are people who embrace its two century long daylight. Blake's wonderment in fact is usual. The conflict that Lanka is going through now is very much two folded. Inquiries in to allegations may carry their good and bad and so does the God's creation of the Tiger. British once "watered the heavens with their tears” but the question remains whether "they smile to see the destruction caused?".



Saturday, December 7, 2013

A FAR CRY FROM AFRICA

Africa was the tongue he loved. He couldn't resist the gorilla wrestling with the superman. How would have he turned from Africa and live? In a white dust of ibises whose cries have wheeled since civilizations, Africa is still a wonder, a rainbow nation that stretches 1000 miles from the Namib dessert to the impressive Cango caves and the Serengeti known as “endless plains” - a paradise for many wild beasts. Would have he ever dreamt of seeing corpses scattered in such a paradise?

His death remembered me of Bob Marley, whom I loved for his Rastafarian features, whom I loved for his protest songs. These words poured down my brains-

“No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Little darling, don't she'd no tears, no woman no cry
Say, say, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was, love would burn on through the night
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My fear is my only courage
So I've got to push on through Oh, while I'm gone"


As for what I have read and heard this was Bob Marley’s song about Africa. The woman here is Africa. Bob is dearly requesting her not to cry even in the midst of all injustices against her. Bob reminds her of the vibrant cultures, the shared thoughts, the times they traveled in foot, the times they danced to the rhythmic drums, the sheer joy of her inhabitants and how they lived. He says Africa is the sister of other continents. He gives hope to Africa, comforting her that everything will be alright in times to come.

Bob Marley’s hope, the courage and comfort words were later achieved by Nelson Mandela. The long apartheid fought against the white domination and fought against the black domination. Mandela treasured the democracy, created a society in which all persons could live together with harmony and equal opportunities.  This long walk to freedom was a hideous mission.  More he walked, the more he fell. Many a times he was imprisoned. What matters us is his living courage and determination. Mandela’s diary reveals how music played a big role in saving the country’s democracy and harmony.

The block in which Mandela was locked has housed around 30 inmates of a prison population of nearly 800. His diary states that music was allowed only at limited times. It was a little time for the prisoners to enjoy.  His notes mention how his member prisoners came up with their soulful songs from their own ethnic regions. He writes about Eddie Daniels a “colored” from district Six in Cape Town, a member of the Liberal Party of South Africa who uses to sing “Galway bay” an Irish freedom song. The diary also reveals of how Laloo Chiba sang the Hindi song “Pinjre ke Panchhi” which talks of a caged bird, a popular song which was sung by a few activists in the Transvaal Indian Congress  who were imprisoned in the late 1950’s and 1960’s. He goes on writing about how the political prisoners when in isolation sang African work songs. The records reveal about choirs that were set up by prisoners including Mandela where they sang freedom songs to boost peoples’ morale and make them believe that liberty is possible.

Political and freedom songs have had their place. The songs haven’t politically influence people yet the songs have inspired the Africans to have trust on their own kind and their traditions which created a profound sense of “community”. Eventually   they had begun to think of a nation of their own whilst searching for their roots of origin.

Even today singing is a part of the South African life, especially of the black South Africans which voices a very rich culture. "Every facet of our life is celebrated through music. So when you go to jail the tradition continues…When you are down, music uplifts the spirit, gives you hope… You cannot stop a political prisoner from talking; you cannot stop an African from singing." As Mark Shinners so poignantly remarked: "You could sing your way out of pain and survive."

We see countries fighting with arms today. But to see, the Africans had taken an unusual approach to fight for freedom. There was determination, a lot of hope, and love for the country. However music took them a long way in creating a certain emotion within the people to feel that they belong to a specific nation, built by unique lifestyles, habits and practices. Mandela was one such person who devised such feelings. A moral compass, a freedom fighter that never ever let the fear strike him until the game was played. He was the “hope” of Africa. His battle against the color bar wasn’t only restricted to Africa but a victory that led to secure rights of all people across oceans.

Life is like water droplets that hang on the thin edge of a grass. We die unplanned. So this man too left earth shedding tears of many eyes. He will be the symbol of rising every time we fall.

Friday, December 6, 2013

YOU'LL BE NEVER MISSED

 It was the 12th of February 2010, just few days before the annual sports meet in the school. I was called out to represent the under  18 long jump event from my house. It was after four or five years that I started playing field events again. Haven’t had any practices until then. The fourth jump I made was quite fatal. My leg got twisted and I couldn't walk. So Githmi came all the way to take me up to the class. What hit me that moment was a way to survive the next few hours in school without been in class. I no longer wanted to hear to lessons. I knew for myself, the injury wasn't a “fatal” one, but I wanted it that way just to assure that I will not attend the lessons. I met Githmi in 2006, an awarded scholar to our school (Musaeus College) from Gampaha Bandaranayake College. Quite a “brainiac “with an immense sense of humor. Very articulate and witty I would call her. She always knew better ways of solving little things that would disturb me at times. I use to tease her telling that she should become a “counselor” one day – perhaps something she really didn't like. The beauty in her was that she never got annoyed of me for how much I bullied and teased her. Such an endearment! So this time she was enough intelligent to take me to the sick bay in school. I faintly remember her requesting the nurse at the sick room to take care of me until she would turn back to the sick room before school is over. The bell rang for “gatha” (prayers) .It was time to go home. I was in high spirits. She saved my day and yes, successfully ditched 6 periods, altogether 4 ½ hours!

She was somebody who understood everything behind my smile. She knew it was something hateful to do when I make a kooky smile. She knew that I am into some naughty the moment I give somebody a “meh” look. I remember once a Commerce student making a rampage over a “fun fight” me and Githmi had. She was holding my head tight on to the wall while I squeezed her hands. No wonder that one would have thought that a “murder “was to happen. It was atrocious. We fought like boys. We fought like bosses. They were the moments. We were the last to leave the class. Once the class is empty we use to climb the “Jambu” tree behind our class and enjoy eating them. I remember once missing the school van to go home because of our habitual “Jambu” plucking session. Luckily the school bus gave me a lift to home.

It is literature and music that generated most of our conversations. We were much inspired by Russian Novelists and many a great classics of Will Shakespeare, Khaled Hosseini and Shyam Selvadurai. I just wonder if there was a day that she never thought of me. Whenever I fell onto hospital beds, she was lavish enough to give her notes for me. I was one of those who was reluctant to go to school. Mondays killed me a lot. I would stay home making fictional stories about illnesses, for which my mother dreaded and even wanted me to see a doctor sometimes. She  gave me a phone call one night. The next day was the world cup semifinals. She knew about my absence. There was a request. “Machan, can you please come to school tomorrow without complaining about “hora leda” (pretending to be ill) . She went on bragging about an important club meeting to discuss some issues. “The club’s treasurer has misplaced some money ……and the teacher – in – charge is cursing us! “She exclaimed.  I was worried hearing that and decided to sacrifice the semifinals for the club’s meeting. But to see the next day there wasn’t any meeting.  She had her own ways of hoodwinking and firing me up. She liked teasing and making faces at me when I got on to the stage during school events to sing or to deliver speeches. With much effort I bore them. She knew the art of playing with me.

She is a genuine mate I’ve ever met. Every now and then we talk for hours and laugh so much. Whenever we meet we use to discuss the day to day affairs, sing among each other and even play cricket. We never missed playing cricket even inside the class during free periods, to make a little bit of noises and arouse the teachers.

Who would have ever thought she would be such a ray of light when she looked at me for the very first time. It was eight years back then.  I was never scared to be who I was, every time I stood next to her. Her words that once bruised and healed had taken me ahead of a long journey.  She claims a part of me for making me unfaltering in life.



Sunday, December 1, 2013

"PITAKOTUWA" ( PETTAH)

The sky gone feeble and dim 
though the usual sun burns bright
I see
outside the blurred window
next to a tall building -once I look straight,
behind a round shaped tower-
the second I look down
Is he kidding me?
I move to and fro
trying to catch a glimpse,
the bus slows down..and I walk out
along the narrow pavement
dampened by the night's showers
mud pools surrounded like guards
chuck! chuck !as I jump on them
ouch! the trousers wet!
stinking vegetable trolleys,
broken tins and bottles 
empty cans and rotten dregs
loathing and nauseating
men backpacked with rice bags 
bums wrapped in dirty rags
couched on doorsteps 
along a row of shacks 
and some double crossed ,seated on the floor 
moaning hungrily - yearning for bread.
The birds flutter
to the sicken wind
as men walk by ,hurriedly
for their chores 
before the red lines crossed

BEHOLD ! THEE STRANGER

The dark night rises
no where the dim lit moon to be seen,
there goes the rustling sounds of leaves
very unusual
much sinister,
and the howl of a dog
far by the street
dreadful an deadly....

neither eyes nor my mind
fix'd elsewhere
faintly as I move
I wonder ,
am I dreaming?

behold ! thee stranger
thy eyes gleaming red
whelmed with vexation
as thy move faster
with squeezed teeth
thy arms around mine
neck clenched
the dagger - acute and deep
cuts through the arteries 
oh poisoned ! oh poisoned !