Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Switching off the power

The truth is
We've all thought of how
It would be better
If life just ended
And we've all wondered
What the best way would be
To switch off the switch
That keeps the power flowing through
Our bodies

But something stops us
Tells us to give it more time

So we drift through life
Hoping we can make up our minds
And let the darkness flow through us
Rob us of life
But also of pain

But we aren't all the same flowers
Some are easy to crush
Others survive the wounds and bruises
And wilt away slowly

I hope you are thick petaled
Unlike some
At the gentlest of breezes
Leave abode

Monday, July 20, 2015

Thousand-petalled flowers

Fairies swayed with the soft night breeze
As fireflies exploded against dark skies
Life blossomed and wilted away
A thousand petals, a thousand lives
Sandalwood filled the air
Starting journey of sansara
Towards abyss above
And silence was hidden beneath
Verses of long ago
Sutra, the first
As the night darkened, more joined the crowds
Queens of the night
Donning white instead of color
And there were parrots
Repeating human words
Nidikumbas asleep
Against temple wall
Children ran, legs exposed
Lama sari not covering enough
Babies cried, hungry and cold
But the faithful were quiet
Lost in the night
Saffron robed
Monks and stupa
For that night it was
Enveloped in orange bloom
The clocked ticked on
The sutra ended
The parrots and nidikumbas went back home
And that night
They attained enlightenment
The fireflies and fairies
Reaching sansaric end. 

Pictures taken and poem thought of at the pujawa held at the Pokunuvita Vinayalankaramaya on July 19

True essence of  Buddhism (an article about Ven. Rerukane Chandawimala Thera)

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

ෆේස්බුක් කිවිඳියනි

ෆේස්බුක් කිවිඳියනි
ඔබ කවි ලියයි ඒත්
හිස් වචන පමණයි
මට පේන්නේ

ෆේස්බුක් කිවිඳියනි
කැමති කට්ටිය බෙදාගනී
සීය දෙසීය කියවති
ඒත් මට නොතේරෙයි ඔබේ කවි

ෆේස්බුක් කිවිඳියනි
ඔබගේ වචන
පෝසත් වැඩිය
මගේ දුප්පත් හදවතට

ෆේස්බුක් කිවිඳියනි
ඔබ නොලියන
අපි කට්ටියට
කවි නැද්ද කියවන්නට?

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Pesticide against emotion

Weeds grew in her heart
Breathing in
The sticky air
Breathed in for them

Weeds grew in her heart
In abandoned corners
Where once
Love sprouted
But wasn't watered

Weeds grew in her heart
Filling in
Empty spaces
Giving her all they could
Taking more than she could give

Weeds grew in her heart
Pesticide against emotion
So when love passed by
The weeds howled and cried
And scared it away

Weeds grew in her heart
And when life abandoned her
They welcomed death
With a garland of weeds
Lit fire to themselves

Weeds grew in her heart
And when the fires spread
They cradled her
Squeezed the life out of her
So so gently.

Sunshine on lips

Sunshine on lips
Rainbow eyebrows
Dew drop blush
Leaves and flowers in hair
Pebbled earrings
Nose ring of weeds

She was nature's
So young
She trusted too easily
Loved too freely

So they took an axe
To her heart
And rain drops, she bled
Rainbow reflections
She now
Haunts this world

If only

If only
All she had in life
Would suffice

If only
She could be content
With what she had

But no
Life wasn't meant
To be lived that way

Instead of
Appreciating what
Was hers

She kept wondering

If only I had this...
If only I had that...

If only...

Friday, July 10, 2015

Daily conversation

For you
Our daily conversations
Are merely routinal
Done out of
Or maybe just

For me
Our daily conversations
Are what make me
Fall deeper and deeper
In this emotional abyss
Suffocates and robs me
Of breath

Friday, July 3, 2015


Board games

It always seemed like a game of
Snakes and ladders
Constant battle to
Reach the end
To win
But then one day
The board was flipped
And she realized
That game being played was ludo
And she was the piece
That no six allowed on the board

Bored games

She broke hearts when she was bored
Not as part of a hateful mission
But of having nothing better to do
Than play with the heart strings of others