Photo courtesy of Daily FT When Gota ran away we raised arms and shouted gratitude to God, to fate, to a possible return from the nightmare but his fleeing did not prevent the heart attack of the man from Pusellawa standing in line for two days and nights to fill a canister with petrol. He is gone now forever, one of ...
Photo courtesy of The New Indian Express Yes, fantastic is right, wondrous. amazing the news. But there is some trepidation as well in my mind and heart. Parliament may blow this chance. I pray they do not. If P wins, for example, we expect a peace dividend, a good will present. If that other ruling party candidate, A, lands first, ...
Photo courtesy of Anoma Wijewardene The people will not be robbed of their fundamental right to choose their leaders, and to discard them when they fail to lead,when they steal, when they ruin their charge. Extra- ordinary times require extraordinary actions. These priests and teachers, chemists and tuk tuk drivers, these nurses and doctors, clerks and poets, these garment workers ...
Photo courtesy of The New York Times He resigned by email. Was there an electronic signature made possible by DocuSign? Will that stand up before the court of history, of public opinion? Did the email come from his private account, or one created just for sending this message? I have many questions. Is there a way to verify the signature? ...
Photo courtesy of Zee News The bird, the plane, the strong man, the “terminator” went to Male then to Singapore. He will get to Riyadh I understand. Where to house the fallen dictator? Should the United Nations give Saudi Arabia a prize for its largesse? Or will the Saudis deliver the bird in return for a full return to the ...
Gota has gone. Mahinda has flown Basil forgot his passport. Chamal is wondering about in a fog. Namal, ah the great hope, the son, what happened to your Lamborghini? What happened to you? Will you find a way back into power in a country united against your family? I don’t know the answers–nor do the tens of thousands streaming ...
Words emerged out of ink,Dripping from the tip of the pen.Slowly they transformed themselvesInto sentences which covered lines.These very lines added upForming tiny, tiny paragraphs,And each tiny paragraphGave birth to many more.Gradually a new universe was born,One which was never trodden upon,And that, my dear dreamers,Is how a story is born… Written By: Shambhavee Uthiran Featured Image Courtesy: https://bit.ly/39on35p The ...
Come as you may In the glimmers of light falling through star dust In memories long buried in the recesses of my heart In cloudy weather oh so abhorred In the chatter of birds oh so unconcerned In passing trees and crumbling houses In hunger, austerity and brewing unrest In the silent acceptance of fate by cheated, beaten masse Come, my sweet melancholia Be my refuge
Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature… Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature…
Photo courtesy of Indran Amirthanayagam Guy Amirthanayagam (October 23, 1927- May 17, 2003) My father would have enjoyed my new enterprise, writing the sonnet free of the common shackles of obligatory rhyme but standing still in the glorious frame of fourteen lines. He was a modernist, fan of Eliot, Frost and Yeats. He loved to say let us go then you ...
Photo courtesy of Anoma Wijewardene Galle Face Green 2022 This is the green that has seen one world end and another begin many times over many years: a kickstart show in the thirties, sunrise warplanes rebuffed at Easter, bare heads in ’56, bowed, beaten, unbent. Then, three years ago, those fused rucksacks turned it all inside out through a fault that ...
A woman is not a vesselInto which to spill your seedNot a soulless tool to feed youTo meet your body’s greedA woman is not a cupFrom which you can freely drinkNot a puppet or a playthingTo entertain your winkA woman is no mere paintingNo unfeeling work of artHer body is no sculptureTo excite a hungry heartShe isn’t one of her ...
Hubris and shame will be my legacy I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex I raise my head and scream “Bow down you mutts” Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot Stealing star tingles We steal moonlight and star tingles The faint beat of a drum unique to each child As we fumble along trying to ...
VulturesDive down, fly lowBird’s eye view may misleadMusic played loud, for time passThere is no celebrationPeople rush and queue for daily needsOne queue after anotherThey struggle for a livingAnd living the life…You powerful vulturesDive down,Come down…
Afar, the sky bends downtowards the mighty ocean where horizon looks calmJourney towards the shorehow do waves become wild… Mild breeze whispers tocolorful petals,butterfly wingsHow does it turn violent twisting branches and twigs… I don’t know how does akind smile, soft wordsbury underBy anger, the rudein a short while…
I could never be a Leo to your Aquarius. I am a Pisces and I always will be. You are blessed to wander the free lands unhindered.But I am unable to.You are able to sweep through your mountains of troubles. But I am forever burdened to drown in mine and others. You can see the light despite the walls of ...
and nothing will be fineThe fridge packs up and can't be fixed, cause parts are impossible to find,The garage-door breaks and nobody comes, cause workers are busy all the time. Everything is breaking down and nothing will be fine. This is capitalism in decline.The monsoon's messed up and the rain won't stop,cause they boiled the fucking ocean with their greed.So ...
Eternal MemoriesWhen Podi Menike leavesSarasavi Uyana receives Misty sunrays reflects VIBGYORHiding behind the Hantana range "Peradeniya" rolls the green carpet outFlower petals studs the green Morning breeze leaves the Bamboo leafsA silky touch embraces your face Rumbling monkeys leap the branchesWith a cheeky grin to say " what's in store" Meandering Mahaweli flows in quietUntill it passes the pinnacle ...
Life is a collection of drawingsYou are the painterwould color with chosen colorsWith the timemost preferred colors would finish afastLeaving you a collection of unused crayonsbecause you did not like those much… Whenever ableYou would get another new pack,color more pagesand many more, happily… When you have decorated the other pageseventually, you would have a collection ofcrayons, colors that ...
