Some books are made in heaven

 In late June I received a text message to my phone. It said: Hi, exams are starting from next week. Did you know? Time tables are up. With a deep sigh, I went looking for a CR book on my table. There were subjects written on its back cover, which I was supposed to take in the second year. Six subjects .Turning pages from front to back, there wasn’t a single note. Next early morning the first thing in my list was to go to university. As I climbed the steep mountain like road to the Faculty of Social Sciences, my...

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Absence

Your absence has gone through me  Like thread through a needle.  Everything I do is stitched with its color. Woven in distance and tear To my heart and me, it's only you....

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An Ode to Drummer

Aye! there is forgotten wound and blood clot in thimble and musicology to the drum and canister that resonates beat in reverence to the guardian deities, heart pounding and titillating, heart fingers to diminish evil stiffened by cane and fractured palm. There is no break during 'thevava' to your wrinkled feet, spinning head in eye blink , topknot that flourish in air , majestic and arrogant, because it is honor bestowing privilege than business....

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Drum dies with Drummer

Drums are not to be seen much in streets now. Not even a beggar who could entertain passersby with a drum. Instead, I came across some beg… sorry, some flutists and some with mouth organs recently. Music is like the beat of drum that keeps time with our emotions. Drums can look dreadful and deadly. They did for me. Some big and tall, heavy and fat and barrel like or bowl shaped.  And there was wonderment. There was questioning...

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Civil Bomb

There is unknown corpse with a  Known ‘bullet’...

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On Burning

I'll erase the heart scars with sandpaper and white chalk but, did you know there is fire burning even thicker than the candlewick? ( Inspired by Sajana Ratnayake's photograph...

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Law College is doing it again!

There is blue sky. There are petalled hearts. There are bees with winged wheels, flying far away. There is stick and hand that beats to the whimsical tunes. There are words. Words that I die for. I like the word “ensconced”. Once I used this word in a poem titled “hearts”. There was repetition of “ensconced”. I read the word again and again. “Ensconced” means to settle someone in a comfortable place. Words come in different textures....

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"Athak Dunna fun Ekak" *

You and I would think that the heart is important than anything. There is membrane. There are valves. If you sob and sob, membranes might break. Because they are too tender. Yes. Heart is important. It is what keeps us alive. Day before yesterday SriLanka Law College celebrated one of its prestigious events in the academic calendar. It was “Vihangasara”, the singing competition of the year to select the best voice of all those in Law College....

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