I am flawed ,
lapsed ,
error-made
and not first class.
I'm the one
who is color - driven
and sensible
the one who fall,
get bruised ,
cut,
bleed and cry,
forve easily.
I may be careless -
out of nothing,
I may be the most disgusting
piece of thing for you ,
a disarray of grief.
I am not perfect
and not anybody's eka pun sanda.
I am no beautiful
not color washed
or the one that glitters
like tharu piri ahasa.
I hurt
I ridicule
and yet
I think of you in every way.
I...
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Size
Taken from https://www.facebook.com/hiranya.malwatta.pics?fref=photo ( Hiranya Malwatte Pictures)
Is a measure for measure
a number
its about dimensions and
dimension-ing.
It is the scale or footage
the relative of something
a thing’s overall magnitude
or how big is something
or how large they are.
And yet,
one cannot
in terms of size
of width or height
or of volume
can appraise Dhamma
the delicate...
Thursday, June 18, 2015
I
I love you as much as your finger – tip , so tender
I love you like the crystal moon so softer than the cloud
I love you like fire that flares gold on your body
I love you like a ship that carries me to those isles of yours.
I love you in colors that don’t exist
I love you in everything named and not named
I love you like bluebells , chocolates and white hills
I love you like stars that pulse up-
when your heart beat meets mine
I love you in rhythm and song,
and in aromas known and unknown
I love you like the sun that solstice,
and...
Heavenly things of Thummulla
Around Thummulla
passing the watarawuma
is a line composed and ribboned
with Mara
on either sides.
And a little ahead
towards Rajakeeya Mawatha
is a green dark silk-
a sunless forest
against the main road architectonics
that pours over you.
And wanting more
its breath of wind and caress
each time the feet drifts
from a Mara gaha
to another,
the repeated pleasures
of these heavenly things.
It's a place I know
that shelters and will shelter,
a pacifier and pacifies.
Its a place of desires,
encounter and love-note.
Its...
Monday, June 15, 2015
Ways of holding
So I have always held you in my heart..
I hold you the way a desert walker draws constellations
From Ursa major to Orion
Finding the Polaris
In astronomy of deserts.
placing pebbles
on a serape
a not so straight line
in a pattern
saying 'these are the heavens'
to love's preferred residencies.
I hold you the way a boatman calculates movement
of the red needle of a compass
for curve point and turning ways
to find its super highway
to the lesser known residences.
I hold you the way the jambu staunch
drops...
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Mountains are cool to climb
In Colombo you don’t find mountains. If you happen to live in a hilly area like Kandy or Bandarawela or NuwaraEliya, there are mountains enough and more than needed. When you look out of a window, beyond houses and curved roads perhaps, you will see mountains one after another spreading out. Carefully placed. Beautifully patterned. And they come in different colors too. Some are green. Some look brown, dark or light. In fact if a mountain burns...
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Shall we move on from ‘Katin bathalakola hituweema' and look for some action?
Are you all talk and no action?
Pic source : Internet
We are made and colored by karmic DNA. DNA is unique from one to another. An indicator for identification. So does the flower and tree. Even countries are made of DNA. They have their own way of doing things. They have their own ways of beautifying the country. And these countries have certain aspects that are divine for them. Yes.Only for them .You’d not find them anywhere. I...
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
A Sunday thought
All day desires swim in.
Swiftly. To the heart.
Without notice, no handwriting of pre warning.
Sidelong coquetry
under the big banyan trees,
next to Colombo Archives.
‘Alinganaya’- an embrace,
in intoxication,
Madness, in blood rush.
He’s got hungry
as his burning heart rests on her breasts
his teeth tightened with hers,
mouth full, tongues- cross’d.
A kiss in oblivion. Tender. Hot.
In the sun-less road.
Caught by her shifting white skirt
buries his shaven face into her skirt
so she could feel the prickles...
Monday, June 1, 2015
You don't like Fruitcake?
Pic source - Internet
Ruvin De Silva, a Facebook friend. Director. Ruvin staged his second drama at British School Auditorium a few days back. This is not about how successful he was in making the drama. I’d be honest. I couldn't watch it. Ruvin’s Fruitcake is and was different. But his Fruitcake got me to think of all these. I transcribed.
Cake making is not easy. A recipe will give you the easiest instructions....