Kandy The walkaway around a lake Seemingly a symbol of both Promenades and ant-trails – lovers and busy bodies As the guardian of the sacred tooth relic rises from the vicinity Preserving rituals of religion and the culture of a nation A place where enchantment is a mainstay And total surrender is found in the bewitchment of senses And in ...

Wolves that made their way out of the jungle One gob of flesh with separate limbs And it’s bleeding All panting wolves only some are a little madder brainwashed differently running astray All panting wolves biting at each other and the muscle is infected — a cancer with guns The mad consumed by the madder and repeat And it goes ...

පහුගිය මාස කීපයේ ම බ්ලොගේ නිසඳැසක් දැම්මෙ නැති වුණාට ට්විටර් එකේ දකින දකින දේවල් එක්ක නම් කවි, නිසඳැස් කීපයක් ම ලිව්වා. අනික ඒක ලේසියි බ්ලොග් එක අදිනවට වඩා, නිතර දෙවේලෙ ඉන්න තැනනෙ. ඒත් බ්ලොග් සෙට් එකටත්, පස්සෙ කාලෙක මටත් ලේසියන් බලාගන්න පුළුවන් හින්දා පහුගිය කාලෙ ලියපුවා මෙහෙම එක්තැන් කරනවා. කතාවක් තියෙනවානෙ, ප්‍රබන්ධකාරයෙක්ගෙන් ඇත්ත ජීවිතේ ගැන ප්‍රබන්ධ තුළින් දකින්නට … Continue reading "ට්විරෙට ලියූ නිසඳැස්" ...

Pineapple You find her in that ancient Idiom, about a juicy fruit perched Between two trees, and a dress of a million Sunlit eyes seemingly stitched together And slowly undressed by knife-peel And that succulent body is a blend of lemon and bumble bee A tad dimmer than the Tuscan sun Yet possessing more beef than kernels of maize And ...

නිමිත්ත - කැම්පස් එකේ උන්ට පෙන්නපු නාට්ටියක තොලක් දානවා වගේ එකක් පෙන්නුවාම සංඝයෙක් පැනලා එක විකාරයක් කරලා හූ තියලා නාට්ටිය නවත්තලා... මේ අර පොඩි උන් ඉස්සරහා නිදහස් චතුරශ්‍රයේ අත් අල්ලගෙන තොල දාන්න ඉල්ලපු අය.. මාරයි නේ...   වලේ තොල දැමීම...!!!ඉතිරියත් කියවන්න.....>>> ...

Do-Gooder Passive rarely authoritative Kind and unassuming, full-beta and never alpha The worker bee or ant and perhaps a hunting lioness Who plays many roles, of nurturer Guardian and unconditional donor A person enflamed by the conscience Unappeased by the status quo, enraged by injustice A crusader not for Jerusalem But for a strain of love that sees no color ...

Gardener I pledge-sealed destiny Gold-pacted her fore-finger And gale-caressed The glade in-between vermillion And at that instant, I metamorphosed to us Two transformed to one As I took a custodian’s oath – To forever be in sickness and in health – Embellished with a gardener’s pledge To empower the garden spade And master my spadework For a lifetime of tillage

Gestation She looks at the mirror The bikini bod that transformed To a baby bump, a flesh bud budding Inside an inland ocean She knows that their love is meaningless Unless an alibi resonates from their union – The legacy of two hearts and one flesh – Once they are no longer globetrotters Just ashes on a bed of sediment ...

Till Death do us Apart The discoloration Beneath your maple brown eyes – Embellished with sketches of artery trees That grew on an alabaster backdrop – As tears allayed your pain Painting coronas around your eyes In smudges of life ink I will press my nose against yours And close your eye-lids As my lips converge in gap-closure And kiss-chemistry Grazing underneath your honey-glazed ...

A “30 something” virgin woman A right breast that hasn’t tasted saliva And the left, seeming in the same fate Yet possessed by the dream Of becoming milk canisters – which like squeeze-bottles Can spurt some colostrum and tides of milk Down a bacteria-scarce Prim and proper buccal cavity She has mastered a lot in life – The Ph.D. certificate still rolled in ribbon ...

පිනි බිදු රැඳුනා ඇගෙ පෙති මත… මලකි සුන්දර.. සැලෙන පෙති ඇති… මල් යායකි.. ඈ රඟදෙන… හමන විට.. මද නල.. පෙති සැලුනා.. සොඳුරු විලසින… දිනක මද නල.. සැඩව හැමු කල.. ඇයද රැඟුවා.. සුපුරුදු ලෙස… රැඟුම අතරින්.. ඈට නොදැනිම.. පෙති ගිලිහිනි.. නොසිතූ ලෙස… දැනුණු දා සිට.. යලි පෙති සලන්නට.. වරම් නැති බව.. ඈ හට… පිනි බිදු රැඳුනා.. ඇගෙ පෙති මත…! Image Source: http://revistaactual.com.mx/revista/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/kindranikole_portada.jpg The post පිනි බිදු රැඳුනා ...

Child Love knows no reason or season Needs no motive or gain Flowers exuberance In pummeling palms and ecstatic smiles Prospers in soft lingering gazes Strange at first, evolving to familiarity Where one dainty creation Purifies the innermost sanctum of man A creature that erases lost hope and fuels the spirit engine Where in the focal center is a few ...

Fortune Cookie in Sri Lanka Here in Sri Lanka Every meal is served with a fortune cookie When we lick off the leftover rice Off our fingers and we serve Some curd and honey as dessert Knowing that your soul-mate and life-accomplice Is the only fortune cookie The heart needs…….. When two creatures Are as closely-bonded as dough, as sweet as refined sugar As ...

Ethics Tute Question 1 – Prisoner of Paradise….. A journalist is taken as a scientific experiment in Sri Lanka. This is a high-tech endeavor and involves a journalist that the government doesn’t like who is used as a guinea pig for this social experiment. The Sri Lanka Government is helped by a world renowned film maker who and his team provide the ...

Transactions In love…… You negotiate the chores Who carries the frisky broom… And who wears the flowered apron… You make deals over the counter Of lips in imperfect equilibrium Transaction made by lip-smack in the absence of linger And sometimes you haggle inside lingerie shops And on weekday nights, when she is all withered And a nookie is the last ...

Translation of a Sinhalese Poem Cambodian farmers planting rice. 2004. Photo: Brad Collis Poem ඉස්සර වගේ ගැමි ගෙදරක ඉදෙන           බත අද කිරි මුසුව ලිග්ගල් උඩ ළඟිනු            නැත කහවනු ගෙවා මිළ දී ගත් කඩය             වෙත බටහිර උපන් රස මසවුලු එමට               ඇත Translation  Rice ...

Pizza-Love It is oven-baked – A dough base topped with Bacon, chicken ham, olives and green peppers Embedded in a mesh of cheese and the Italians call it pizza In Sri Lanka it loses the fizz and is called “Pissa” – mad man And in those mad toppings is a culinary hodge-podge Symbolic of what is tragically life today After ...

Kryptonite Her voice embellished By smile tapestry, her eyes, simply golden maple Glazed and served on flour pancakes Her residual ivory skin, the evanescent British colonial blood Prowling through sheer night shorts And long-tresses that cascade in swift waves Descending like a stairway from heaven A creature that paints my existence With never-foreseen colors Her chrysanthemum lip-petals Budding my mouth ...

High on Death (Ode to Suicide) A rhyming poem I wrote in 2013. Glow child like an evanescent satellite Your last dance to the waiting twilight Do not fade by the coward’s metal Close your eyes as gloomy horizons settle Capture the darkness in a crimson tide For  storms of melancholy shall not abide As wading is your soul to sanitizing water On this bed of ...

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