Saturday, 12 October 2013


Children...
Did you know
How Joyful I was
Each time you lingered around me?
You elevated my drooping spirit
Every time you laughed stealthily or aloud;
You soothed my unwanted worries
Each time I heard your voice, so sweet;
You gave me a deep sense of responsibility
Every time you listened to me so carefully;
You enhanced my capacity to forgive
Each time I saw yourselves reconciling, with no strings attached;
You wide-opened my doors of love
Every time your love reached beyond caste, class, colour or creed barriers;
You made me hopeful for a better tomorrow
Each time I think of you as “God is still hopeful of the world”;
Above all my dear little ones,
You make me a child again and again
Every time I experience your touch, so pure, and your love, so tender;
May you have a happy day!
I Love You All!

Saturday, 27 April 2013

විවර කරනු මැන සමිඳුණේ...


විවර කරනු මැන සමිඳුණේ 
වාන් දොරටු මගේ ජීවිතේ 
මම සූදානම් අස්වද්දන්නට 
සාර කෙතක් සමිඳුණේ 

ගලමින් තිබු මගෙ ජීවිතේ 
අයාලේ යන ගඟක් සේ 
වාන් දමා ඔබ පොහොනි කලේ 
ජීවන ජලයෙන් පිරවූයේ 

අස්වනු හිඳිලා හිත් ඉරි තැළිලා 
සාර කෙතේ දැන් ව්ල් බෝවීලා 
වාන් දොරටු මගෙ විවර කරනු මැන 
මම සූදානම් කෙත අස්වදනට

Friday, 26 April 2013




Inside this robe
How much I feel love!
To touch and to be touched,
Tender caresses and gentle embraces
Both to render and to recieve ;

Inside this robe
Full of flesh and full of blood ;
Can I scream aloud what my flesh so desires 
When my blood rushes through deep inside me?
And How I listen indefferently when she feels for me!

Inside this robe
Is a man fully alive and fully divine,
Sensitive to human and attuned to Divine;
Yet, the divine touch is more gentler than the humans',
Yes, it pierces my skin and touches the finest of my being. 

Saturday, 20 April 2013

There is hope
Just one hope
Rooted deep inside my heart
That is,

Let’s meet together ‘Tomorrow’!

Yet,
Who can think of tomorrow?
It may be so far,
It may not be so near,
It may be so brief, or
It may never come.

But,
I keep the hope and treasure the wish
Just one wish
Could be a dream
That is,

Let’s meet together ‘Tomorrow’!

‘Tomorrow’!
Tell me!
When are you coming?

Monday, 8 April 2013

O My Mother Dearest,
Among the thousands
Only you were chosen
To be the Mother of Christ
And of mine;
Tell me my Mother Dearest!
Tell me why?
What was the secret
That pleased the father so Sacred?
Is it your Simplicity?
Or your Humility?
Or your apparent Purity in heart?
Tell me my Mother Dearest!
Tell me why?
So that, I too may become
A handmade of God.

Friday, 29 March 2013

ජේසුනී, 
ඇඳ හැලෙනා ඔබෙ හිල්වුනු ඇකයෙන් 
බිඳුවක් එවන්න ශ්‍රි ලේ ඳහරින් 
තෙමන්න මගෙ හද ඉරි තැලී ඇත 
හරවන්න දෙසවන් අසන්න ඔබෙ හඬ 
ඔබ මට මුමුණන ඒ අව්සන් වචන.... 

"භිය නොවන්න මම නුබ සමගින්මයි, 
නුබටත් අත්වන ඉරම මේකයි" 

ජේසුනී, 
ඳැනේද තනියක් ගිරිකඳ මුදුනේ 
ඇයි ඔබ අසරණ වී රළු කුරුසේ 
ගල් පුපුරා යයි ගිණි මද්ධ්‍යහනේ 
හෙණ ගිගිරුම් හඬ කලුවර අහසේ 
ඔබෙ මොර හඬ මැද මා ඔබ අසලයි 
ඔබ මිය යන්නෙද, කල්වාරි කඳු මුදුනේ....

Thursday, 28 March 2013

කපාල කඳු මුදුනේ 
මියැදෙන තම පුතුගේ 
කුරුසේ පාමුල ඉකිගසමින් 
හඬනා ඔබ අම්මේ 

ඳේව කැමැත්තට ඔබ බහ දුන්නේ 
කුරුසේ ගමනක් යන්නද අම්මේ 
මෘදු හද දැඩිකර පුතුනට දිරි දුන් 
ඔබ අම්මා තනිවී අද පුතු ලඟ 

ආරම්භයෙ සිට අන්තිම බිඳ තෙක් 
ඔබ රස බැලුවේ තිත්ත පාත්ත්‍රය 
හිල්විය හදවත කඩුපහරක් මෙන් 
යාග වුනා අම්මා පුතු සමගින්

Wednesday, 6 March 2013


I have Faith in the 'Whatever'

Dear …..‘Whatever!’
Allow me to call you so,
’Cos it wouldn’t be nice if I’m giving you someone else’s privilege
By calling you ‘God’ when I do not know what that means;
I wonder, whether I need to begin like this at all,
’Cos I know not whether ‘God’ exists at all or not;
If I am the author of this work,
If it is I who move the pen,
And if these are my own thoughts that keep overflowing,
Then, why I need your permission at all?
If in case you exist, I do it for courtesy sake,
For I choose to dedicate this work to you;
                                                        But, if in case you don’t,        
Then, isn’t it absurd
 To dedicate something to ‘whatever’ I do not know?

Have you ever written a book?
People say, they read a lot about you;
Have you ever spoken to people?
They say, they heard you;
Have you ever heard people crying?
They say, you found it to be too loud;
Have you ever seen people dying?
They say, you had tears in your eyes;
Have you ever smelled the lilies in the field?
People say, you smiled just like them;
Have you ever tasted the water in the sea?
People say, your face shrank;
Have you ever touched the heated sand in a dessert?
People say, your feet burnt;
Have you ever felt the pain of a mother giving birth to a child?
People say, you felt pity;
Have you ever thought of creeping snails?
People say, you just couldn’t stop.

But, I asked them,
“Who are You?”
People said, they never knew You enough;
“What are You?”
They said, You are beyond their grasp;
“What is Your name?”
They said, You have many;
“Where do You stay?”
They said, they still search for You;
“Do You really exist at all?
People said, they never foundYou;
Oh Gosh! Whatever!
Now I really begin to wonder, are you really ‘He’,
 Why not ‘She’ or ‘It’ or ‘a fourth thing’?
Whatever you are,
Don’t you now see
I have enough reasons to call you ‘Whatever’!

 Whatever I see around is being created,
And whatever is effected is no foreign to its cause;
A cow effects milk is no foreign to the cow,
And a mother effects a baby is no foreign to the mother;
Then, isn’t it reasonable to say,
Whatever is created in the world should be no foreign to ‘whatever’ created it?
But,
I have heard the cry of a newborn baby,
And seen a mama-cow feeding her boy;
I have felt the pain of a mother being separated from her child,
And wept while reading about her daughter being barbarously raped;
I have smelled the rot of a dead cow,
And tasted her calf slaughtered and drilled in the barbeque parlor;
Now,
If whatever is created is no foreign to ‘whatever’ created them,
 And whatever created is so chaotic and bizarre,
 How can ‘whatever’, then, be different from whatever is created?
If whatever created is both desirous and repugnant,
 How can, then, there be ‘whatever’ at all,
’Cos an orange can’t be both orange and not-orange;
Does this mean that there exists no first ‘whatever’ at all?  

I was eating an orange the other day,
And I almost swallowed a maggot inside it;
It is then I realized,
The orange itself would not have created the maggot,
’Cos maggot starred at me as if I had asked for a piece from his stolen orange;
If maggot is completely different from orange,
Then, why not the chaotic and bizarre world also be different from ‘whatever’ created it?
If the fly that created the maggot is so real,
Why not, then, ‘whatever’ created orange also be so real?
But,
I saw only the maggot and not its cause -the fly,
And the orange and not its cause – the ‘whatever’;
Then, how will I dedicate this work to ‘whatever’ I don’t see?

I have seen neither my mom’s dad nor the dads before him;
But, I know for sure,
Without them, I wouldn’t have seen my mom either;
(and of course, ‘me’ out of question)
 If I have faith in both the fly and my mom’s dad,
Am I not convincing enough when I say,
 “I have faith in the ‘whatever’ 
That caused both the fly and my mom’s dad?”
It is to that ‘whatever’ I dedicate this work,
 And give the name “GOD”