Tuesday, October 10, 2017

A heart can lie

Flip sides of the ventricles
throw away all its precious veins 
suck blood
undo all the sweetness 
in combustion,
oxygen-free.

Short of breath.

Turn the pink flesh
to roast chicken.

And have no record of 
softness in cloud,
the teardrop pattern.

In doing this,
somewhere 
words pierce the heart 
and one dies.

In this way someone in your life 
talks out love
and leave your company .

This is how it is ,
Our altering love, walking through a rainstorm. 
It is love 
that has no "r"
twice in its name. 

Monday, October 9, 2017

On love and the line of scrimmage


Taken from Sunila Wila by Pushkara Wanniarachchi 

Years ago , somewhere in December  I found a house seat in the indoor hall of Maharagama Youth Center. It rained butterflies that evening. 6.00 pm. There were a mass of people outside , crowded around the entrance. Many had to go back .I overheard  some one saying; 

Tickets were over. 

I managed to get a ticket, however with the help of a friend. On occasion , I would say ‘pin siddavechchave’ given that it was  a difficult opportunity. 

It was a concert called ‘Shwetha Rathriya’ . I don't not remember how and when or who organized it. Nonetheless that evening was a special one. Celebration of sorts. It was declared to be Nanda Malini’s final solo-singing show. 

I was 17 years when the show happened . The entire concert was able to sum up most of my childhood memories in two to three hours .They remembered me of how I  used to listen to Nanda Malini in audio cassettes. In fact, one time I was one of her students too. 

That day, there was something extra to what I had heard of her  apart from youtube and cassettes. It was the first time that I got exposed to Nanda’s  early collections; Pawana (Wind) and Sathyaye Geethaya (Song Of The Truth). She has had a string of successful releases . Among them were songs of love and relationships that appealed many hearts. 

And somewhere , while witnessing the songs of battle , distress, hope and  sorrow, it triggered me that many of her love songs carried a different connotation to what I had heard of other singers .

Nanda had and has a rival. I'd say. And I’d like to call the rival; Sunil Edirisinghe. Nanda and Sunil claims to have unmatchable voices, incredible and mesmerizing on stage. This does not mean that they are competing  for the best  voice, the best this  and  that. I believe they do not have to. They are already  reverenced by people like us.  Let me tell you this;  it is that they have and are speaking  of two different worlds . Not meant to cut each other. And this is what makes both Sunil and Nanda  unique , singularly.


Let me also offer this disclaimer; this in no way devalues what they have bequeathed the audiences through out. I believe, I say that this is an expressed appreciation for both of what I have felt and perceived of their songs personally.


Nanda Malini’s take on  love is a divine one. Her lover is absolute beauty and absolute godly. Her love has infused her being , that in everything she speaks, she speaks of  the lover. And in everything she seeks, she seeks the lover.  This element -where love and the lover conquering every thing is often emphasized  in her song . 


You.

Infinite as the sky 
Infinite as the sea 
And in everything I see 
is only you 
You are infinite.


අහස සේ ඔබ අනන්තයි 
සයුර සේ ඔබ අනන්තයි 
මේ විශ්වයේ මා දකින්නේ 
ඔබම පමණයි 
ඔබ අනන්තයි 


What place on earth is devoid of your presence? 
You are the sound of a plucked lute, the oozing liquor, the pen in word weaving  and quill that frequents.

වෙණ තතක් හැඬවෙන තැනත් ඔබ 
මදු විතක් උතුරන තැනත් ඔබ 
තෙලිතුඩක් දැවටෙන තැනත් ඔබ 
පන්හිඳක් ගැවසෙන තැනත් ඔබ 


And she goes on  further claiming  that than true love there is no subtle master under heaven.

And heaven exists 
where goodness  is preserved frequent
In love 

ආලය නම් මනු දම් සුරකින් නීති 
එතැනය සුර ලොව නම් 


And Love is a sea. It is tossed up and down by the waves. It lifs lovers  up at times and at times they drown. And in drowning  they give up , because there is no solace after the beloved is gone. The lyricist is perhaps clever and perfectly snaps the grief in a few words. So delicate. Moving. 

නොලැබ කිවිඳුන් 
කුමට කවිකම් 
කිවිඳ මට කවි ලොවේ 

And what use of balladry
having denied  of my poet?


And of Sunil , he’s different.  Many of his songs are far away from this happy and godly unison that Nanda urges to have. Perhaps more experienced in this whole thing that lives revolve around -what we call love. Sunil surely knows that man , like the phenominal universe, is double-natured, partaking at once of Being and Not Being, of Good and Evil , of Reality and Unreality. He affirms that love is a make-believe thing. A fantancy. It is pretence. 

ඉවුරු දෑලේ හිඳ බැලූ විට ගඟ හැඩයි කදිමයි

දියට වන් විට එවන් ගඟුලම බිහිසුණුයි චන්ඩයි

He tells us like this ; Stand by a river bank and look through the water. You’d find it beautiful, flowing gently , murmuring and burbling. Then step into its water. You’d find it to be a monster . Tumbling and rolling, dragging you away with the  water. Same goes to people. Only once you get closer to people , you realize who they are and what they are. According to Sunil, lovers don’t carry  equal sized hearts  , no they carry equal thoughts. They are constantly  dancing around  issues to thrive what they need from each other. They  yearn perfection. And this is a struggle they do. A product of greed. I’d like to call it. 



I walked from town to another, in search of everlasting love. And it was just a dream, in this transient world. 

සදාකාලික නොවූ ලෝකේ
සදාකාලික ප්‍රේමයක්
සොයා නෙක ගම් දනව් පීරා
ගෙවූ කාලය සිහිනයක්


He is well aware of the ancient law , that everything is impermanant. And so does man , so does love. They are ephermeral. So why look for a timeless love? Sunil Edirisinghe finds it to be a vain thing to do. 

Hardly there’s desparation found in his song. When the union of love fails , the lover doesnt weep in distress . Sunil envisions a matured lover , who is able to face defeat without complaint or collapse. Each other departs gracefully , knowing that  the time spent will be cherished. 

මා ඉතින් යන්න යනවා
මට යන්න අවසරයි
මට අරන් යන්න ඇත්තේ
මතකය විතරයි

Let me leave
with your permission

There are only memories
to take with me.


Today , reflecting on the songs I’ve heard and have come to know of, my thoughts stray back to the classic film ‘Hulavali’ and  a  popular  line of a song sung in this film ’ala vadana yana theruma bosath Kama saki.’ I’m also reminded of a  particular conversation that Sunil once had with   Victor Ratnayake at a show . Sunil made a comment that day ; “ආදරය , සෙනෙහස මේ හැමදෙයක්ම  වචනෙන් ප්‍රකාශ කරන්න පහසුයි, නමුත් ප්‍රායෝගිකව ඒවා මුනගැසුනම  තමයි මෙහි බැරෑරුම් කම තේරෙන්නේ , එය බෝසත් කුලයට අයිති දෙයක්.” (Love is not as easy as it is said with words , loving is to exude bodhisattva qualities. ) . 

His song encompasses a deep philosophy. A philosophy  that teaches to surpress jealousy, pronounces the practice of giving. Or letting go. The bedrock of Buddhism. 


It is a known fact that a singer picks up what is written by a Lyricist. And one may even argue that Nanda’s songs were written by a single composer with a few exceptions, whilst Sunil Edirisinghe was nurtured by various artists. Yes. I would not disagree to that. After all , a singer has the privillege to choose what he/she wants to sing. I suspect. I also believe that  this exercise of picking up lyrics from what is offered , tacitly conveys the values and views  they hold. 


And no matter how different their idealogies on love are, somewhere some of us still enjoy and speak  of them. We have embraced their song. Perhaps Sunil and Nanda are successful in taking their audience through a divine love to its horrors and duplicity. 

























Saturday, September 16, 2017

I - the Ex-citizen

I'm an ex-citizen of your heart
barred from entry
and of denied visa.
Berlin Artparasites 
But often I get home sick.

How many blue waves do I have to tear up
to sail back to you?

Is it an iron made heart you got
to become oblivion of me?

Or did thoughts of love in your heart
fall into extinct volcanoes?

Saturday, July 22, 2017

On going back to things you love



Pic source -Internet 



There are three things that I would love to go back to . One , it would have been some where in the 1999’s , how Aththamma and I use to sit on a door step and read stories to each other and sing .There was no particular time for that. But often we did it after lunch. Second , Chandima Uncle , a far friend, relative of sorts , who took me for sea baths when I visited Tangalle during vacation. A childhood play mate. He is remembered in every possible ways. Third, a few years away from now , in the 5th Lane , Colombo , turned to test love and the must things heart liked somewhere in mid August. I , somewhat little in age then , jumped into a heart and could not find the way back out. He is fondly remembered . Every now and then.



We wish there’s a rewind button. Often. So we could go back to those days again. But do we really need a rewind button? If we carefully look enough , everything in this world is clearly defined and named. We see them and we know what they are. And that way we gather what is around us and from all that’s perceived what is most cherished is safely locked inside. A human head is compartmentalized . All things we feel , talk , see and hear is put into small boxes , demarcated by line and stored eventually. And when something’s needed , its just matter of pulling out one of those boxes. It’s an effortless mechanism. And we keep straying in them. In the end everything that was once carefully scattered and caged is brought back. It is a machine , I like to think , a product of human error. I have found . This game of extracting matter that was once deposited is how we go back to things we love .



Going back is not just about people or landscapes or a moment we had lived in . It’s also about things we like to do. There’s many of us who frequently wish we’d do this and that. Over time , little by little , we stop doing things. We don’t stop for any particular reason, but one crazy week follows another busy month and somehow years go by without a race. Then we realize we’ve moved on and left something behind—something we still love. Things we love and like to do are a part of us. And when we decide not to do them , we are actually giving up a part of ourselves. I tend to think.



So how do some of us go back to what we want to do? Be it playing an instrument , reading , drawing, traveling or doing a sport. There’s no other trick but doing it. Just doing it. Look. Some one who is good at Football are those who keep dribbling , shielding, tackling and trapping. Those who are good at music enjoy scaling up and down and doing warm up exercise to keep their voice perfect. A Digital Marketer just don't make money , but because he enjoys writing articles and ad content for others. So its about going through the process and enjoying it . All that one needs is the patience and commitment . Its not easy. Not all those who want to go back to their passions really go back!




It’s not a surprise ( at least for me) that even song encompasses the need to go back. After all , song is a combination of feelings. Although I learned later that a song belongs to the singer , its true creator is the Lyricist. It’s a lyricist’s experiences , reactions and the emotional state that produces a song. I believe. There are songs that have pained. Love lost and hurt. And another time joy , sorrow - cut , a dream or hope. And among them there is nostalgia too.

I’m remembered of a song. One that I randomly stepped into while browsing on youtube recently .


වත හසරැල් ගවසා

ගිනියම් මා හිත ඉකිබින්දා

ඒද නොඑදැයි සිතමින්

මගෙ හිත මග බලමින් උන්නා

ලොවම කෙසේ කීවත්

ඔබ යලි එතැයි සිත කීවා

Ayanthi Fernando , lyric composer , through out the song is determined and hopeful. The text implies it. She is aware that the circumstances have taken her through a painful journey although her heart still warns that the lover will be back some day.


යලි උපදින්න සිතා

විගිසින් මියැදෙන්න සිතෙයි

And its not just that , she even thinks that she must die soon believing that in after life the lover could be with her. To love means pain. There is doubt and despair. There is lot of yearning embedded in the song. Ayanthi is careful when picking words. And what’s fascinating here is that the agony is turned into strength. It’s more like endurance I would call it.



The urge to go back to some one that was once lost is occasionally noticed in songs. T.M Jayaratne does the same . We have often heard this . And is frequently quoted by lovers too.


මේ පුංචි රටේ නොතැනක දී ‍හෝ

මතු කවදා හෝ යළි අප හමු‍වේවී

යළි අප හමු‍වේවී...



T.M. Jayaratne is not just being hopeful about meeting again that someone whom he lost . He educates and is educating the audience that one needs to believe him / her self that they can some day reconnect with each other and thus work of it. We are often desperate to grow up and learn why we loose people. Instead what if we actually learn to connect back together ?





It’s a known fact that every one is happy is when they do what they love doing. We always come across the pleasure talk people do when they restart doing something they have loved doing a long ago. Think of some one who stopped going to gym for a long time and has recently started going there. They are all of a sudden full of energy. Revitalized.



Going back to a person you love , to a place you like or a time that you have once lived is a trip gathering melancholia .And often makes us feel that we were absent and absented from all what was around and more. It is like when some things are lost and they are found again , they are treasured over and over.