Collage (Gal Viharaya)

The goldsmith

Design flaw

If it was meant that way
To wash off your feet
'fore you
leave the shore
would the cleansing waves
by the sand
be fringed

chep lak kok

How long does a sunset take

From the point that
the golden threads across the blue
the wrinkles of the day gone
the blotches of a strange colour scheme
the crows come roost
bats headout
fathers come home
alter lamps are lit
a hen gathers her brood

To the point
the pot of rice overcooks
on a disremembered flame

Cancer Hospital photoshoot

Muse

I saw some pictures, in monochrome , taken at the Cancer hospital . Of mothers and  children . Worn out bandages and exposed canolas . And smiles through the pain , and hopeless eyes . Do not take me wrong ,I see the good intentions , yet it was disturbing.

I personally feel it is crossing the line. The photograph , the photographer gets attention ...and the subject...fades away . That's the plight here , some of them know of the iminent plight , yet it is living for the day that is the struggle.

The Poem

Please Smile
for the photograph
You can go back to your pain
suffering
nausia
and the
pain
after the click

PS:
After I wrote this,  I felt that writing about the photos was no better than the shoot itself . Two wrongs do not make a one right. How many wrongs does it take

Shapes

The former mayor of Colombo has gone back to his old job of driving a Three wheeler.

I have to write

To remain silent

What goes in side the tram......

PS: 4 years ago on the 11/9 I flew to a foreign land to start...Start, is a funny word.
Anyway it has been since 4 years facing the south china sea . And today,  like it was that day,  it is raining ..

Between protests

There’s this joke
we used to share
every moment
still
between the marches
sipping
coffee
strong
conversation
gone
we plan
the next protest
lapses
away from
our ideologies

One would get up
and say
“ hey, what if they
listen to us
and give in today”
“What would we do tomorrow”

And then there would be
a brief
silence

And then there’d be
a roar
of laughter

Ooh ....he is crossing the road 

Two takes from MTR

Some Sundays ago

Breaking the horse

The dark steed is
 conquered

The gale is
calmed

He respites

Broken the beast who once roamed free on the valley

The stallion rests

Knowing
it was 

his
Choice

Common knowledge

I know
I know that you know
I know that you know that I know
I know that you know that I know that you know
I know that you know that I know that you know that I know
You know too much
And I know