“See the world given to a one love entity We are that which we both can and can not see Without words there are no myriad things Without words one love sings Bringing back the one thing We are undeniably one thing See the world given to a one love entity Close my eyes and see standing in front ...

Attar’s Seven Valleys of Love, as translated by C.S. Nott The Valley of the Quest “When you enter the first valley, the Valley of the Quest, a hundred difficulties will assail you; you will undergo a hundred trials. There, the Parrot of heaven is no more than a fly. You will have to spend several years there, you will ...

You hear that click  and you know  that is it.  It is  that click,  you hear,  you see,  dilate,  pupil,  to the light,  you hear, when  it goes out, the lesson,  and the guru,  what remains?  Ashes, urns,  or conjugal burns?  Where do Catholic priests  please themselves  at night?  Pray, tell me,  where do our men run to  when their ...

What is known of free-will? Free-willy-nilly, gobble-dee-gook, or hokey pokey? Hocus, focus! Polka face, smallpox took us out like DDT. Not DMT, DXM, or the LSD- cursed bread, french- spoon-fed by the CIA, or was it half-baked? Not unlike any psychotropical countries’ cunt of misery.

Having never having too much heaving old baggage through strained thresholds of pain, promises of gain, uncertainty of return. Why strive for what is? Why grasp what is out of reach, out of sight? Having never never having lost, our minds heaving old baggage, or dead brain cells through strains of genome, chromosome, and some other etcetera. Que? Sera, Sir, ...

Trance? Entrance: Entrée, appetiser, or full-on out-of-body experience? To consume the Self, flesh and bone, is it carnivalesque or carnivore? I can’t eat more, any more than a herbivore, omnivoraciously dissatisfied with the dull taste of life, till the sharp rust of death greets tongue. Quiver! Whimper. Simpler, still, just be.

Is it naive to think? If not, it would not be. Am I naive to think? I would be. I would be gullible enough to gobble it up enough to fill up the stomachs of invisible poor indivisible poverty breaks this bread by two, three, for… you? Who are you but another I, naive, gullible enough to gobble me up, ...

If I told You what I need is a space, not a place, would you set me aside or make room for waste.

Last year, a project called Poetry Assessor sprung up, claiming to be able to assess a poem’s worth by applying computational linguistics, facilitating high volume filtering of poetry submissions. One of the poems that were ranked by the Poetry Assessor that caught my attention was Dylan Thomas’ “The Hand That Signed The Paper”. Here, I have deconstructed the poem into ...

You will not find me volunteering for charity driven “causes” and the like. I am not for vainglorious philanthropy. I do not make donations to third parties. I do not believe in middle men. I need to see where my money is going. More importantly, I need to see where my help is going. I need to make eye contact. ...

Here are some verses of mine that I’ve written for my solo rap project as well as my band Rap This, Ko?, plus, my very first appearance in a music video, rapping, half lotus, on the boardroom table at work. I tried to encapsulate the little I have learned from advertising into this verse. The concept for the above was ...

When there is no need, no need will arise, As  I am not bound to you – but You.

IndiaPost Live is a great concept, executed fairly well, but poorly received. A friend of mine from journalism college works there and has been kind enough to have me on their discussion shows. You can watch video clips below. This year, the Pakistani band Laal was banned for their controversial stance, their name meaning “red”, referring to socialist politics. During the ...

It all started when Larry T Hill was co-hosting the Yes Home Grown Top 15 with Yazmin Yousuf and I was called up for a phoner. I picked on his fashion sense and revealed to Sri Lanka his aptitude at ballet. He didn’t take kindly to the former, and personally challenged me to a battle rap. When it came ...

Last Thursday, I paid a visit to the YES studio in Pannipitiya. I had a great time co-hosting the YES Home Grown Top 15 with Yazmin Yousuf. If you missed it, you can listen to the show via the podcast below:

Critical acclaim for Peth (ft. *imaad majeed) by STONAPATHI: “Next level Sri Lankan sound. Future bass from the bokka. Nicely done! Great track! Those sirens and chaos reminds of Public Enemy/NWA and Bomb Squad productions!” – Asif Ansar, Rude Boy Republic “Very nice work” – Asvajit “Too dope” – Himal Kotalawala, Department of SWAG “Good stuff. Catchy track. Harlem Shake! ...

Yours is a part of me, As much as mine is of You. Yet these laws of relativity, Hold back the two. Our Universe, As we know it, Is strung together As these two. You will always know I, Yet I must seek for You. And it is the knowledge of You, Or it is the knowledge of You.

I am a seasoned dropout. At 16, I dropped out of school. I was tired of the institutionalization. I wanted to be a software engineer. I decided I would study for my A Levels through private classes. When the time came to sit for the examinations, I could not get myself into an examination hall. Later that year, I started ...