Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Delicate Things

The delicate things we do,

Sit at a distance in restaurants
and pickpocket gazes

Sometimes you take walks around me
talking to people over the phone

Brush fingers accidentally

and in the occasional anger
you throw in a text message
    we make love

Sunday, December 23, 2018

There's rhythm in everything, only if you care to notice



*Everyone takes a break. Some take breaks from their job. Some take breaks from their education. Some take a break from their friends. Some take a break from internet. Some people retire from their career to take a break. Although some breaks are permanent, some are not.  Among them are those who take breaks from writing and get back again. 
P.S- I didn't write anything for almost two years and  I'm going back again. 


Source: Google 
Everything in life has a rhythm. Only if we care to notice it. Only if we care to listen to it. Life is like a dance, from morning to evening, from month to month and then from year to year we keep doing various things. But way too often we get carried away with things, we loose track and we forget what we were actually trying to do. In the middle of all that, sometimes we worry what other people  think of us. We worry that our rhythm is not on a equal footing as theirs. We worry when people reject our rhythm. We no longer want to feel the natural pulse within ourselves. Instead, we give way to what others want us to become. Sometimes our plans and ideas, the way we want to live and grow, shrink and stall in relationship with the plans and ideas of others. The magic lies in how you handle it. The trick is finding your own rhythm and dancing to it no matter what others might tell you. It’s about being bold and being confident about what you want to do and what you want to become in life. 


Rhythm is important. To become a good dancer, you need to develop good rhythm in your body. Rhythm is important for a dancer to make sure that he or she is taking the right steps at the right time. Rhythm is important for a singer. Rhythm keeps a song moving along, it gives motion. Rhythm helps to understand if a singer is singing the song in the right phase of whether he or she is going out of the way. Rhythm is important for a listener who listens to a drummer. It helps the listener to keep aware of where the beats are. The rhythm also helps a drummer know if he or she is playing the music right. A rhythmic gymnast must master the rhythm. It is to the rhythm in music they swing in circles, skip on the rope, jump through loops, bounce, throw or roll and what not. Rhythm plays a major role in their performance. They may score less if they break the rhythm during a performance. And so it is for a synchronized swimmer. A synchronized swimmer’s movements depend on the rhythm of the choreography. Having a sense of musicality and rhythm in the body helps an artistic swimmer always perform better. It doesn’t stop there. Even running needs rhythm. To be better at running it is important for a runner to take it slow on the first few days and gradually increase their phase. The faster you start the slower you will finish a race. The slower you start the more you can keep running. A runner, therefore must know when to be fast and when to slow down in a race. 


Come to think of it. There is rhythm in your body too. Everytime you sway your hips, you sway it to a particular tempo. Your eyes blink to a rhythm. You wiggle your toes to a rhythm. You clap to a rhythm. Be it fast or slow. The most important rhythm we all take part in is breathing. You heart is a drum with a unique sound and it beats to sacred rhythms. When you climb a staircase, your heart beats fast. When you are at sleep it slows down. We take our breathing for granted, usually every minute without being aware of it.  We don’t know whether it is fast or slow, whether we hold it or not, whether it is shallow or deep, but the breath keeps going. Most of us don’t pay attention to the breath – the in-breath, the out-breath and it’s rhythm, the connection. It is interesting how we just don’t pay attention to a simple thing happening inside our body. 



Even a house can have a rhythm in the way the windows have been placed or in the way the lamps or bulbs have been fixed. There is a pattern or rhythm in the way the tiles are laid. There is repetition of pattern in the way the arcs are built in the nine archs bridge in Ella. The repeated arches in the Roman Colosseum is another example of rhythm in world architecture. Clothes can have a rhythm in the way that stripes or dots follow a pattern. Even day and night occurs to a rhythm. The earth is constantly rotating  and everytime it faces the sun, that part of the earth will have daytime and the otherside that doesn’t receive sunlight will have night time. The pattern keeps changing depending on earth’s rotation. Even the phases of the moon changes and repeats  over and over again in a rhythm. 



There is rhythm in things we do everyday. It could be a daily practice or a ritual. For example; going to bed at the same time every night, meditating for ten minutes every morning soon as you wake up or it could be writing a journal before you go to bed everyday or the first thing you do when you get to office is browsing through your mails. Likewise we naturally set a flow to our life and sync with it.



Take a trip by train. Sit by the window. Close your eyes and carefully listen to the noise that the train makes. Trains make rhythmic sounds when their wheels pass over a rail joint. Everytime a train steps on the fish plates that are kept on equal distances, they make the ‘clickety-clackety’ sound. If you travel by train on a windy day, you’ll hear the whooshing sound of the wind at regular intervals in a certain speed. Think of trees. They sway to the way of wind in a certain rhythm. During heavy winds they shake fast and they sway slow to a gentle breeze. We don’t notice the rhythm from a distance. Only if we stand close to a tree we will know it. Think of throwing a stone across a river. The stone skips in a way that it will bounce on the water many times to a particular rhythm before sinking. Think of a dripping tap. The water would leak to a ticking sound in a certain tempo. And so do the water that drips from a gutter after rain. Think of a time you pump gas to your vehicle. The pump makes a consistent whinning noise in a pattern when disgorging the fuel. Several years back I found that the airport baggage belt makes a noice to a rhythm. As the belt on the carousel started to go in rounds, so did the beat. It had a series of clack- clacks keeping the 4/4 time. 


Rhythm is everywhere.  In the heartbeats of our chests. In the footsteps we keep. There’s rhythm when birds flap their wings. There is rhythm in the bump of cars over uneven roads. Everything around us has a meter. Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything dances. The way they dance may be different. But that difference is what makes the world a fascinating one. 


It is simple. Find your own rhythm and dance to it. 

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Flavors

When you look into my eyes, steal gazes
              it is sweet-
It is sweet like the Hershey's chocolate
In soft touch and kiss, it is a hot pink donut
When you cut heart with words, crush dreams,
             it is  as bitter as home-brewed ale
You pass like the wind, swiftly giving me chills
        like peppermint going down the throat
Your banter, sticky like cheese sauce
And that's how it is,
this love of ours has many flavors.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

I still look for you, even in Google Maps

Once in a while
I'd take my phone out
and search for you
on google maps.

I search for Mattegoda, Kottawa;
in this town
a premordial heartbeat exists
and love is terrific madness.

I switch to satellite view
run through roads, thinking,
this must be the route
you take to drive home.

I watch the paddyfields you pass by,
the thin roads, petti kades,
sal gas junction and every landmark
necessary for quick recall.
I study the roads,
again and again.

I look for 
the distance from Nugegoda to Mattegoda;
and it is so small 
that it is only the length
between forefinger and thumb
when moving on a touch screen.

You know what?
On maps
we are so close, that,
just by pinching two fingers
you and I can be brought together.


In your absence 
I check Google Maps
because you are close
everytime.





















Wednesday, August 8, 2018

I only want a few things


Source: Internet 

I only want a few things-
One is to sit by a beach
and chill with a beer.
Two is to fly like an eagle,
at topspeed, leave no trace.
Three, I want your body to be with mine,
feel your spine and nerves more.
Four, I want your fingers
to run through my hair.
Five, your eyes, caress
And sixthly, tie your heart with mine
let all fears burn and die.



Saturday, July 28, 2018

මුහුදෙ රැල්ල සහ උඹ

Source: Internet 


මුහුදෙ රැල්ල එහෙමයි. 
කොච්චරවත්
ගල්කුළුවල හැපි හැප්පි
උඩින් ගියත්  
ඉම්බින්නෙම වැල්ල 
උඹත් හරියට ඒ වගේ 
නිතර නිතර
මං ගැන විමසුවත්
ඉම්බින්නෙම
අනෙක් හදවත්



Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Filter


These wrappers burn for me
The filter is yours 
Even after a smoke
Every now and again
You keep sending up
Smog in swirls
Barely breathing
Seldom forgotten
So hard not to die
You take me on a trip
Down that lane named memory
You are the heaviest
weights I lift

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Questions


Source: Internet 

How many hours and minutes does it take
for a heart to sail to another?

Is there anything sadder than
a heart that waits for a heart that never arrives?


Tell me, do you still love me and do you still
wait for me like you used to?

How deep is a hole in the heart?

Is it as deep as the mouth of
Congo River?

Where do all the clouds go?

What of rain that has not touch the earth,
do they stay in small lakes inside clouds?

Sunday, July 8, 2018

To you, with love



In the early pre-dawn hours 
there is nothing I hear
but your voice,
whatever I look for is you.
Source-Internet. Drawing by Federico Garcia Lorca 
You dance in my chest
often throb and pinch.


You-
A wide sky
A breathing star
I could watch again and again
And never get enough of.

You-A fathomless river
once drowned
it's escape impossible.

You-
A fine art
Of many complex things
put in a thin sack! 

You, a calligraphy
A wished-for song
can read and recollect.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

ෆිල්ටරය



Source: Internet 
පිච්චෙන කඩදහි මට
ෆිල්ටරය උඹට 
බීම අවසන වුනත්
නතර නොවෙන 
ඉඳ හිට හෝ දුම් දමන,
හෙමින් හුස්ම ගන්න.
කලාතුරකින් අමතක වෙන
ලේසියෙන් මිය නොයන
පරණ මතක එක දෙක අවුස්සන
උඹ,
බරම කන්දොස්කිරියාව

Sunday, June 10, 2018

How to do a cat massage





Source: Internet 


How to do a cat massage:
Take a broom 
sweep its fur.
Let It fall a sleep 
wait for it to look 
as though it is chasing
a rat in dream.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

A Devil Goat love

You are a devil
and a goat at the sametime.
- a devil goat infact

You are devil
you cut  my heart with sore words
stoke fire in me
throw stones from a top
to disapprove.


You are a goat
everytime I say 'yes'
you say 'nay'
a million times.

A devil goat infact
I scarce left
and loved so much

When you are gone



Source: berlin artparasites

I've got discolored
like pastel
that has expired
losing its oil,
and no coherence.

I've committed suicide
like leaves
when they feel yellow.

And when you leave
I fall,
and falling
as though the sky is collapsing
when it cannot hold the tears.

There is only memory
an archival of conversation
and of geographies
where we met seldomly.

Your words,
the ways of doing
this and that
wrote poetry of the impossible
softest touch,
the fondness. 

There is no bird song,
or the dancing wind,
I can write of.
Not even the sound of wave hitting rock
when it bursts in sudden joy.

But now perhaps
I can write of trembles and sobs
and other sad things.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

තරහ යනව කියන්නේ ඒකට


Source: Internet

හරියට නිකන් ඊතලයක්
වේගයෙන් හදවත
පසාරු කරගෙන
නොදැනෙන ගානට

බිමට පතිත වෙන එක 

මුළු ඇඟම හිරිවට්ටවා
කඳුළු එක දෙක
පහසුවෙන් ගලව
විසිකරන

Monday, June 4, 2018

You, again

Berlin Artparasites



You are the heart's volcano
breaking out accidentally
putting all vessels in turmoil ,
and in all that burning
it is temptation,
you are mine in an instant .
But sometimes like a pest
-irritating
and  you are then gone ,
function suspended
as though into a deep slumber.

You are
a flower band
bound together
with forger-me -not s,
a memory in awumbuk .
Sometimes
the daylight
flickering
through the minute squares
in a wire mesh.

And of all,
like something precious
when lost long time and found
you are treasured
more and more.

Heart is a verb (not a noun)






Source: Internet 
Heart is a verb (not a noun)
Heart :
bursts into tears
for anyone with pain.

And sometimes followed by an adverb.
Heart :
rose
when she hugged his cheek
'casually'.

Heart:
caresses
desires
and waits for dreams that never arrive.

Hearts:
bend, sink and crush
one can put his hand
and feel the hollows.

Heart:
Invades,
drinks vine from the others
fall into unexpected arms
and spills smiles softly.


Heart:
dance in surprise
heaves
thrills in joy
murmurs in an overworked valve
fairly breathes
floats tenderly.