Summer Tales

Pic by Ushan Gunasekara Curved smiles warm and tender, Wrinkles smooth and grey Ripples that twist and turn, Dazzling oceans, Sands of time , Kisses caught- in cloud and rock, Clustered beams and Butterfly wings, Of red and green glittery rainbows, Magpie songs tuned and pitched, Spring whimpers new summer tales  ...

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Strings and Stringless Days

Human emotions cannot be put into words at times. Even the strongest is uncontrollable in front of those they like and appreciate the most. People come and go in life. There may be a reason for that . I’ve never questioned as to why it happens. They live for seconds, minutes or a few hours and get blown away. They disappear for years. Some never come back: like those kites that lose its direction and get tangled in a faraway tree or a roof. Never...

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Caress

Eye to eye Lip to lip He stole kisses Mischievously Wall to wall-  hidden beneath Love cuddles- cuddles not Threw hearts Into breathless winds Of words Of joy and tea...

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In Memory of Many Gemunus

Gemunu Kumaraya is much celebrated. An energetic, warlike prince. The one who unified Rajarata. Later projected his power across the country .Overthrew Elara. He embraced Buddhism. Garned Buddhism. Was delighted by the maha sangha. Even made Ruwanwelisaya to house Buddha’s people.  Gemunu is a success story of war, a war between two nations. They were the Cholas from India versus SriLanka. Starting from the tidbits of Ramayana,...

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Are we going to be too blind on this Vesak also

Three years ago I was seated at the very back of the class listening to some commentary made by a teacher. It was on a literary piece which was prescribed for A/L English Literature. If not mistaken it was by Chitra  Fernando. I cannot fix the plot into its exact places. I have forgotten. Inevitably . But I remember that the story has much connection to the Buddhist Doctrine. It is the month of Vesak. The time we commemorate the birth...

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Remembering Uparis and Gal Pilimaya

It’s been ages. Haven't talked or written to my Uncle for a while. He is domiciled in Australia now. I remembered him over something three months back. Anyway, I will dispatch my virgin feelings over a little trip I made recently. Uncle always fondly remembers his  childhood home in Polonnaruwa. He grew with those tender winds that brushed the lush greenery and cultivated fields. There was sun, more gorgeous, dark reddened and perfectly round when it sank down the Buddha statues, made of kirigarunda that stood far away touching...

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Where life is not just sitting next to a working desk

Frankly I’m lazy to walk into University. With much effort and pain I attend lectures, may be to sleep one hour or two, to take away the weariness over an exhausted journey starting from Borella that ends with a little less traffic in Kelaniya. No , wait! I do not sleep in lectures. Usually being a bit late to enter the lecture hall , I am always welcomed by the lecturers to sit in the very front. Pity me. I don’t get the chance of having some...

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අනේ වෑ දිය හිඟ වුනත් ...

ඉර ගින්න යන්න අහකට  ගල් තැලුම් කලුවෙලා  ඇනෙන වැලි බොරළු කරවෙලා රිදුම් දෙයි හිරිවට්ටලා  අජන්තා සිතුවම් රටා  තිරි භංග පිළි රුව වටා  දෑඟිලි පිරිමදින කිරිගරුඬ  සීතලට ගල් ගුළිවෙලා  දිනකර මදක් අහකට යන්න  අවු රිදුම් දෙපයෙන් මකා  වඳින්නට හිත එක් තැන් වෙලා  නිවන් මග නැහැ පැහැදිලා  ගල් විහාරෙට උඩින් හමනා  ඇල් පවන ගිම් නිවනවා  අනේ වෑ දිය හිඟ වුනත්  ගිරිතලේ නැහැ අඬනවා ...

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