Unhurried love You surprise me You’ve been so late in coming. And now that we’ve loved Will you sing for me? That I now forget tomorrow’s an ending. Destinies change As you leave me Aflame with your hidden … Continue reading →
Our maid Jayanthi, who comes every other day to help us, brings without failure a posy of gruesome news – senseless murder, gang-rape and child abuse – to decorate our breakfast table. As if they are some sweet-smelling English roses. … Continue reading →
Our maid Jayanthi, who comes every other day to help us, brings without failure a posy of gruesome news – senseless murder, gang-rape and child abuse – to decorate our breakfast table. As if they are some sweet-smelling English roses. … Continue reading →
Breathe with me Once, twice, thrice, Breathe in with me This earth beyond a price Breathe with me forever this way Draw me deep into your grace Breathe with me once again Breathe with me The rivers and the mountains … Continue reading →
Breathe with me Once, twice, thrice, Breathe in with me This earth beyond a price Breathe with me forever this way Draw me deep into your grace Breathe with me once again Breathe with me The rivers and the mountains … Continue reading →
They find comfort in walking Walking consciously Walking with the rest Walking to remember and remind Those who forget Lost to the throngs, their footsteps leave no shadows, no prints as if frisked away by playful waves on a beach … Continue reading →
They find comfort in walking Walking consciously Walking with the rest Walking to remember and remind Those who forget Lost to the throngs, their footsteps leave no shadows, no prints as if frisked away by playful waves on a beach … Continue reading →
Suddenly, it seems this being in the in-between, is the root-narrative of my life: Of constantly being torn or dangling between two unknown spheres. The real and the imaginary; the East and the West; the English and the Sinhala; the … Continue reading →
Suddenly, it seems this being in the in-between, is the root-narrative of my life: Of constantly being torn or dangling between two unknown spheres. The real and the imaginary; the East and the West; the English and the Sinhala; the … Continue reading →
A colleague I had worked with sometime back dropped into see me this evening at my office. I was delighted to see Kalle. Usually, when projects finish, people forget you. When you no longer profit them in some way or … Continue reading →
A colleague I had worked with sometime back dropped into see me this evening at my office. I was delighted to see Kalle. Usually, when projects finish, people forget you. When you no longer profit them in some way or … Continue reading →
It’s past midnight and I’m still searching Searching for a party to join Walking past the neon lights Past the posh cars whizzing by With rich and powerful chasing Their dreams through the city night Empty streets, foul gutters Clicking … Continue reading →