On Paper

There is paper plain and neat off white and colored hard and rough folded into halves , some into quarters some scribbled and torn, crushed, taped with celotape, paper clipped, blotted by tear, forgotten notes  and flipped pieces, some blank lines  and some half erased  covered in dust  and dirtied, some dated,  over dated and some without dates. And then, there...

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Colombo North AIESEC in action at 'Zephyr'*

Two days ago a friend disclosed his thoughts this way.  “There’s nothing like tripping, especially to travel in air. You get all the comforts. Airhosts and hostesses are there to help you with adjusting seats to sleep. When they see you with a coat, they’ll help you removing them. I like that. Juice after juice coming to you. Even the food and water. Friendly welcomes and byes. What more do you need! There is no apple juice or...

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Through the eyes of Ronin *

He was found on Facebook a year or two ago. There were photos all over his timeline. There was eye and heart connected in blues, red, black and many more. He imprints hearts on paper and sheet. Some are stored in his computer. Some needed to be backed up. Some are to be photo-shopped. They should be carefully balanced in color and scale. We never would have thought that a photographer has this much of work to do. They are...

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On bags , Fondly

There are countries that wait for us to come and learn things.  In December 2008, I landed at the Male Airport (Maldives). It was a family visit. Another two uncles joined us. One of them is already living in Maldives. He had already prepared a part of his apartment for us to stay. His apartment was away in another island. We had to take a boat to cross the sea to get there. It was nearly an hour’s journey. All got off. There were two controller...

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To June's sky

Let June's sky drop all color and thought laughter and thorn, petaled hearts and angry monsters stray kites and lost planes bird stories and destinations cotton work- so tender like baby's breath water wave  and noon tid...

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Stillness has its many dimensions

Like water that lay awake in long nights undisrupted and unadulterated; The sun tucked in sea wave- bent down and rooted waiting to be kissed  and caressed in sea spray, Like the moon that is stock still when you and I stand still , Stupor and fear  marked by cold and stiffness, Rapid pulse and shock  in thrill and urge, Like statues , frozen muscles , earthed wires and everything else dormant...

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Every secret has a color

He was a fool. He threw a precious pearl with his own hands. He loved too much. He then cried a lot. Write all this. I wish Desdemona knew how much Othello loved her. And if Othello knew Iago was poisonous, a monstrous beast, an articulate word master and so on. Well, it was too late when all secrets revealed.   Pip was a coward. Dickens says it. Pip didn’t won’t to tell Joe that he stole bread, thinking that Joe will stop loving him.  Joe is the only who loved him. Pip loved him too. That was default. They were ‘given’ to each...

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No sunset for sunsets

Pic courtesy -www.flikr.com We like to watch sunset. I don’t know why we are drawn to it. Like fireflies to fluorescent bulbs. May be we are too fascinated to see the gradual fall of the sun. To see how it ends. I’ve heard that humans are the only ones who think about their demise. But we are not the only creatures who are prone to destruction or death. How about the fireflies, moths and seagulls? Don’t they think of death? As they move to...

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