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”
   

Monday, 22 October 2012


You said,
If you ever feel in life that
All the doors are closed on you,
Remember these words:
“A closed door is not always locked”
So,
Give it a push at least.

But I say,
If you ever feel in life that
All the doors are closed on you,
Remember these words:
“Knock! And the door will be opened for you,
B’cos, perhaps the door is locked from inside”
So,
Give a try at least.

You said,
When you face choices in life
Just toss a coin up
Not because it settles all your problems
But,
While the coin is in the air
You will know what your heart is hoping for

But I say,
When you face choices in life
Just toss a coin up
Not because it settles all your problems
But,
When and if the coin falls on the ground
You’ll know that you’re not dreaming
But, making a choice, down-to-earth and real.

Thursday, 27 September 2012


The evening sun had gone its way,

And I stood still until its last ray;

Swaddled in veil, I glittered gay,   

But no life within, disgust filled my bay.

 

Soon people gathered, shouldering a coffin,

Brightly varnished, yet a dumb corpse within;

We neither greeted nor shared anything,

They circled round me, and pushed the coffin in.

 

Howled the wind and rattled my veil,

They set me on fire with the northern gale;

Flames grew up, gulped all without fail,

People around me, gazed and wailed.

 

White-washed I, soon became grey,

Ashes then remained, but wind took them away;

No one stood still, each turned to his way,

Such is your fate if you’re a tomb, I say.

 

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

සැබෑ මිඳි වැල ඔබයි සමිඳුනී 
ඔබෙන් පොහොනිව වැඩෙන අතු මම 
ඵල දරණා අතු ඔබ පාහින්නේ 
ඵල නොදරණ අතු කපා ඳවන්නේ 

තිබෙන තුරු අතු බැඳී මිදිවැල 
ඵලදැරිය හැක දහස් වරකට 
ඔබෙන් පොහොනිව වැඩෙන තුරු මම 
ඵල දරන්නම් ඔබට මහිම ගෙන 

මිඳිවැල ඵල නැහැ නැතිනම් එහි අතු 
අතු පවතින්නෑ නැතිනම් මිඳිවැල 
මට සමිඳේ ඔබ ඔබට සමිඳෙ මම 
ඒ ඇති මගෙ මුළු ඳිවිය තුරාටම

Sunday, 26 August 2012


අඳුරු සෙවනැළි 
ඳසත වටලා 
ඇයිද මා මෙසේ 
ඟනඳුරු උමඟක 
අතරමංවී ජීවිතේ... 

නිම් තෙරක් නොපෙනෙයි 
එළිය දකිනට 
දුවමි දස අත 
සොයා හමුවන තුරු 
සහන් එළියක් 
කොහේ හෝ... 

බිඳී මගෙ මුඵ 
දෑත් දෙපයත් 
වැතිර සිටියෙමි 
නැතුව සරණක් 
දකින තුරු ඔබේ ආලොකේ 
ප්‍රඥාවේ... 

ජේසුනී ඔබ 
එළියයි සඳහට 
දුව ආවෙමි මා 
ඔබ පා සෙවනට 
ඇසුනු විගස ඔබෙ කටහඬ 
ජීවනයේ... 

විවර කරනු මැන 
අංඳවු මගෙ නෙත් 
සුව කරන්න මගෙ 
මෙබිඳුන අත පය 
හැක මට ඒ විට 
කරන්න එලසම... 

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සමිඳෙ ඔබට මං 
ඔබ මට දුන් හැම 
දේ හා සමඟින් 
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