Sunday, September 21, 2014


A child keeps no secrets
From her parents
Not because she
Feels comfortable confiding
With those busy adults
Who managed to find time to
Bless the world with her existence
She tells them everything she knows,
Everything she has done,
The extra chocolate or cookie she ate
The day she forgot her math homework
She tells these to her parents
Because she feels it's her duty
Because she's afraid and thinks
Telling them is better than
Them finding out

She leaves childhood and is now
In the world between childhood and
The time of growing up
Where bruises are no longer of skin
But heart
Theft is not of pretty pencil or eraser
But love
Where lies are not about having an extra cookie
But who did what and with whom
And she learns the art of
Keeping secrets
From them,
The parents who are suddenly finding time to
Watch carefully
Observe her every move, every word
And she hides away stories about those
Kisses, cigarettes and booze
She doesn't tells them where she's been
Dates are shrugged off as
'Hanging out with friends'
So no one panics, scolds or punishes
And forces her to
Skip the stage of growing up
Where mistakes are made
New things are discovered
Explorations and experiments are enjoyed
And secrets are kept

Finally, a grownup
She sees the world in a new light
She loves less fiercely, maybe
But much more deeply
She feels a billion emotions
But has them under control
She now goes back to habit of childhood
And shares with her parents
Her life,
No more are secrets kept
That skill learnt while growing up
Not forgotten, but put away for the time being
And she confides with them
Not out of fear
Or obligation
But because
She wants someone to listen and who could understand better
Than a parent?

She looks at her own gift to the world
A little boy, in that age where no
Secrets are kept
A boy who runs to her crying,
Saying he broke her favorite mug
And would she forgive him
And now, that skill acquired
When growing up
It comes to the surface again
Dusted and put into use again
For now,
Secrets are kept
Not to hurt or decieve
But to keep safe,
Her children,
Her innocent, naive children,
From the evils and cruel ways of life
From the mistakes she has made
From the world in between
Childhood and adulthood
When secrets are kept by the one growing up
And the adult, parent

Thursday, September 11, 2014

ආදරය යනු

ආදරය යනු කුමක්දැයි
ඇගෙන් ඇසූවිට
පිළිතුරක් නොමැතිව
අවුරුදු ගණනක්
නිශ්ශබ්දව සිටියා
එහෙත් දැන්
ඇයට දෙන්න පිළිතුරක් ඇත

ආදරය යනු
ඇය ගෙදර එනකන්
රෑවෙනකන් ඇහැරන් සිටින
ඇගේ මවට, ඇයව දුටු විට
දැනෙන සතුටයි

ආදරය යනු
ඇය කලාතුරකින් හදන
බත්වලටයි, පරිප්පුවලටයි
ලුණු, මිරිස් නැතත්
යන්තමට රොස්වී ඇතත්
බෙදාදුන් ඔක්කොම කන
තම අයියා
‘කෑම රසයි’ කීමය

ආදරය යනු
විභාග ලංවුවිට
නොතේරෙන විෂයන් ගැන
ඇය පාඩම් පොත් කියවනවිට
අසා සිටින
ඇගේ ජීවිතය ගැන
කන්තෝරුවේ සිද්දි ගැන
ඉවසිල්ලෙන් අහං ඉන්න
ඇගේ අත්තම්මාට
සමහර වෙලාවට
නින්දයන අයුරුය


In the animal world
Between two squirrels
Furry bodies and tails
Taking flying steps
Stopping briefly
Looking at each other
Running again
Maybe lovers
Drunk on love
Maybe friends
Recklessness of youth
Escaping death
They are the survivors, eh?
Giving us all hope
That life need not end
Death can wait
Why be boring
When you can be daring
An adventure awaits
They laugh at us
'Oh you cautious beings
Have some fun'
And the humans
They see
They smile
They laugh
Happy that
In a world of tears and hate
The innocent, the young
Can take a risk
And dance on busy roads
And the happiness lasts
For both human and animal

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

She loved...

She loved the rain
How it lightly kissed the windowpane
Leaving rainbow colored teardrops
How it was in bitter war outside
Tore plants from ground and howled with the wind
How it was a blessing
Romanticizing walks and kisses and sharing umbrellas
How it was a cursed reminder
Of the darkness within her

She loved books
How the new pages were still untouched
The words still unread
How the dusty pages made you sneeze
And the ink faded into paper
How the fragrance of freshness
Made her have hope
How the histories and prior ownerships
Made her feel like she belonged

She loved a boy
How he spoke slowly, choosing words carefully
Talking about the most ordinary but strange things
How his eyes were large and curious
And absorbed the color of the world he lived in
How his fingers were long, ink stained
Arms strong, making her feel safe in his embrace
How he smiled a wide smile
Rarely but perfectly

She loved life
How everything made sense
When happiness and love kept her warm
How everything turned into scattered ashes
When her heart was empty of feeling
How life flowed smoothly
Like a stream of water, from faucet to drain
How it was everything she hated
But also, everything she loved