Eight thirty.
One morning. Monday.
Sadness.
An incised heart ,
A Scrambled -brain
with crippled feet
ambled upon.
Go back.
Go away.
Flap
your wings
Go.
Do not cross.
No entry here.
Words tossed.
a wave-rib cracked
an amber heart died
again and again.
Crawled back.
12/12/2...
Monday, December 12, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Know your Speed , Comrades
In my career as a Freelance Journalist , for nearly one and half years I wrote for the kids' and youth sections of The Nation newspaper which I enjoyed thoroughly . When I moved to Daily News I couldn't publish a few that I had already written for The Nation. This particular story is one of them too. I am delighted that the series is now resumed to http://nightowls.lk/ . You'll find more in the series as you scroll down.
The letter...
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Learn to pick yourself up
In my career as a Freelance Journalist , for nearly one and half years I wrote for the kids' and youth sections of the Nation newspaper which I enjoyed thoroughly . When I moved to Daily News I couldn't publish a few that I had already written for The Nation. This particular story was one of them. I am delighted that the series is resumed to www.nightowls.lk. You'll find more in the series as you scroll down.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Anamnesis
Source : Berlin ArtParasites
There is nothing
I would forget.
Your bright eyes that squinch,
in an air conditioned room,
the way you wear your blue shirt.
how gaze turns into blood rush,
how words fall out beneath you
but there are heart rapids of yours
I have not touched
and longing for.
...
Thursday, March 31, 2016
The word 'ammata siri' has another meaning too
Pic Source : Internet
I was told by a dear friend that I have not written anything
new lately. And instead have been posting what I had written over the last few years. There are days when there is so much to write. Then there are days
without stories too. There are days that I crave for stories but nothing comes
to mind. And I wait for something exciting to happen.
I told him that I have run out of stories. And asked if he
could suggest...
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Sunil- Saputhanthri moment
Pic Source: Internet
A couple of years ago an article in Irida Divaina taught me that a work of art , be it a poem , song or whatever doesn’t entirely belong to the creator. Once it is given, it’s owned by the recipient. It’s the recipient’s song. Thereafter. It seems that there is no writer or musician behind most of the songs sung today. The good thing is, creator isn’t destroyed. Entirely. People wish sometimes that great people be...
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Dawn and heart. 2016 .03.09
I sit in the eye of light
a chunk of darkness,
a bulb, a filament,as a piece of half - lightsneaks throughthe -far -away kos gaha.I watch how you find way to my heart,how you have put off,dark , tall , the fleshy nose-generous and sensitivea rare fragrance,the sky -blue shirt,so handsome you areagain and agai...
Monday, March 7, 2016
Sun Again
Pic source :Internet
You must be the sunlight;
one that glitters silver on wire
solstice Pacific
turn rib clouds orange
that moves broken in the mango tree
and drops like a paw
turns scratch into crimsonand drown them in my sk...
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Lapses in time , forgotten people and remembered ones
In my career as a Freelance Journalist , for nearly one and half years I wrote for the kids' and youth sections of the Nation newspaper which I enjoyed thoroughly . When I moved to Daily News I couldn't publish a few that I had already written for The Nation. This particular story was one of them. I am delighted that the series is resumed to www.nightowls.lk. You'll find more in the series as you scroll down.
Years ago, while at school...