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

Who

At the gentlest of breezes

Leave abode

And

Surrender.

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

Dhammachakkapavattana

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)

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?

Pesticide against emotion

Weeds grew in her heart

Breathing in

The sticky air

She

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

Bastard

So young

Beautiful

She trusted too easily

Loved too freely

So they took an axe

To her heart

And rain drops, she bled

Through

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...

Daily conversation

For you

Our daily conversations

Are merely routinal

Done out of

Obligation

Or maybe just

Boredom

For me

Our daily conversations

Are what make me

Fall deeper and deeper

In this emotional abyss

That

Suffocates and robs me

Of breath

Games

Board games

It always seemed like a game of
Snakes and ladders
Constant battle to
Reach the end
To win
Him
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