Wickramasinghewas perturbed by Lalani’s yelling. “මේ ඇහුනද ? අදවත් මේ තණකොළ ටික එලිකරලා දාන්නකෝ, කැලෑවක් වගේ වත්ත ” (Here, please could cleanup the garden atleast today. Garden is like a forest)Wickremasinghe waited as if he did not hear. Which brought Lalani to the garden to repeat her planned itinerary for her husband. Wickramasinghe was annoyed that he wasdisturbed from his ...
After,He leads a thousand men over hillsto the enemy’s gateAfter,he vanquishes the hazardto unshackle the lives manyAfter, They reach gatesof the promised landAfter the last battle is wonHe just get’s in the way
On a day like today I could close my eyes and dream of a tiny stardyingslowly in a lonely nookof a distant galaxy while the wallsthat kept your composure crumble the light that burnt within thy heartescape to the nothingnessOn a day like todayI open my eyes and knowthat even though I see you You’ll be already gone
Meet Jinadasa. He does not make the Thalaguli , but makes Buddha statues out ofplaster of Paris. His workshop is a shedby the side of a paddy field .There arerituals in this work , he tells me . Hebathes early morning and wears a white sarong. He is a tee-totller . “වස් වදිනවා මහත්තයෝ “ he tells me (gets cursed). ...
Like you , I too have only heard the story . Of the child born under a dark nightLit by a single star.On a cold December eve millenniums laterHas it come to this ?A celebration of materialism capatalistsm in it’s full gloryand it’s by products Accidental charity and the unavoidable bitter after tastes ofguilt and despair.හැඩ ගැන්වූ වීදුරු අල්මාරි නත්තල් ...
There are no woodswhere I come fromno tree skeletonswaiting for their springhaunted sketchesplaced in the placidlonelinessof winterno forest spiritsnone of that sortsThere are only forestswhere I come frombeyond the tankan nameless ancient builtwhere girls bath and boysswimbeyond the temple and reek with scents ofJasmine & joss sticksduring the dayand of sepalika bloomsat nightbeyond the gentile greenof the new paddythat fade ...
It was almost 29 years ago. There are many memories , many after-stories , many opinions flooding my head …I had to write (I have tried a few structures for this post nothing seem to work . So I am going for an abstract approach .)The cub that , Appa durai ( fictional alias) has raised in his Jaffna manor ...
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