Lorry life

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Load
Unload
Reload
Sacks of rice
Onion and potatoes
Sit with the jute sacks fat and bulky
Drive through the traffic
To the shops
Smoke a cheap cigarette
Unload ten sacks
Smoke one more and load ten more
Drink a sugary plain tea while smoke comes out from the nostrils
Stride home with the red sun
With that small shopping bag in your hand …..
A loaf of bread and red dhal
And meditate
“life turns like a lorry wheel”
In circles
In circles
Endless everyday
In circles
In circles
No way out from that way ..!
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A Message

 

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My dear brother
of the ‘lost generation’
How are you now?
Is the earth too cold?
when sky cries
in the lonely nights.
Or is that earth too hot?
Baked from the burning sun?

Deep down underneath the earth,
shrouded by the sands of time
and by sileneces of the witnesses,
your voice
is held
But I can still hear your heart beating!

Your voice
burried under the earth,
like a landmine
burried under the sod!
Then trampled and tread upon
by jackboots,
by chilldless mothers with waterfalls flowing all over their faces, moaning tearfully,
and by pilgrims of patriotism, worshipers of war.

Voice your soul
Explode
Break the hearts of egoistic patriots,
bore them and pour your explosive tears!
Tell them,
What you told to your teacher,
when she asked you,
what do you want to be when you grow up.

Engineer
Lawyer
Writer
Teacher
……………….
…….. Or may be terrorist ? ………..
………………
………
?…. ..  .    .       .           .

 

Can you hear me?
my borher
my sister
of the lost generation,
of the generation burried under the earth,
under the sands of time,
and faded away by biased messengers and historians,
by biased bastards!!!!

How now!
My dear brother!
How now!
My dear sister!
How are you now !?!?!? …………..
…………………….

Is that earthly rest, underneath,
peacefull?
Does that earthly bed of yours,
soothes your soul?

Voice your soul,
Explode!
Bore the stone hearts of egoistic patriots, and pour your explosive tears!
……… …  ..   ..      .          .              .
…. ..  .    .        .             .
..  .     .          .        .
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……..
Nicotine and Caffeine
one sip
and one puff
The gloomy man with a cap
is scribbling a dream, in a gloomy corner,
on a chess board of wordplay ………
with an incense stick on his mouth ………
………………….
………….
……

The fall

 

A man falling from a sky-scraping building,
enjoying the cool breeze, on his way down
kept saying to himself ……………………….

“So far so good!
So far so good!
So far so good!”

A society, falling from the edge of corruption,
from the ledge of conformism, on its fall ……….
will keep saying to itself …………

“So far so good!
So far so good!
So far so good!”

But in the end ……..!
when it hits the “Rock Bottom!”
the hard pavement grey
it’ll have no say ……!

“සල්ලිත් නෑ! සනීපත් නෑ!”

 

 

[note* this poem was inspired from the movie “La Haine”
So, many thanks for the director :)]

වැලි කරදහියක ලියූ වීර කාව්‍යක් …….

අධිපතිනියනි …………….
ඇයිද ඔබ බය වෙලා ……
මතකද ඔබ තුමි එදා, ඒ
ක‍්‍රෑර වන මෘගයා
ශූර ලෙස දමණය කළා

ඔය රන් කසයෙන් …….. තලා පෙලා
මායමෙන් වෙලා …… කරළා මුලා
මහා වන මෘගයා දමණය කළා ……………

ඇත්තෙන්ම ඔබ කාටද බය …………….. ?

කවය මැද
මලානිකව
පරාජිතව
වැතිර සිටි මෘගයාට ද?
නැති නම්
කවය වට, අඳුරෙ සිට
ප‍්‍රීති ඝෝෂා නැගූවනට ද?

මම නම් ඒ මෘගයාට වඩා
වට අඳුරෙ සිටි සෙනෙගට බිය වෙමි
මන් ද
බඩ පිරුණ විට මෘගයා සාමකාමී හෙයිනි
එය ඔබද හොදින්ම දන්නවා ඇති

ඔබ මෘගයා දමණය කළේ
වට අඳුරේ ප‍්‍රීති ඝෝෂා නැගූවනට බියේ නොවෙද?
………………………………

අධිපතිනියනි
ඔබ මෘගයාව මැරා දැමුවා
අමතකද ?
මෘගයා නැතිව ඔබට පාලුවක් දැනෙනවා නේද?
බයක් දැනෙනවා නේද?
රත‍්‍රන් වුවද, දැන් ඔය කසේ
ඇති ඵලය කුමක්ද?

“යුද්දෙට නැති කඩුව කොස් කොටන්නද?”
“දුශ්ඨයෙකු නැති වීර කවකට වීරයෙක් කුමකට?”

දැන් නම්
ඉස්සර වාගේ
ඔබට
ලණු උඩ සෙල්ලම් බෑ වාගේ
මේ කූඩාරමේ
එක ලණුවක් වත් නෑ වාගේ
දීල දීලම ඉවර වුනාද ………….
………..ලණු …………. ?

ඔබ ගොඩනැංවූ එ්,
මනරංජන, දර්ශනීය, රාජකීය
කූඩාරම දැන්
කඩමාල්ලක් වෙලා……….

අධිපතිනියනි ……!
ඇත්තෙන්ම ඔබ කාටද බය …….. ?

People

People are people
They are humans, and they have everything within
They are stupid, they are dumb
They are a little intelligent, They can easily be found
They are common.
In common all of them
Share some qualities,
Good and Bad.
But they deny that all of them are equal
And that everyman’s blood is Red.
That may be the reason why they shed blood of brothers
In order to see whether it’s Red.


Then they cover bodies in white
And from this cloth named “Ethics”,
all the stains all the horrors of the society they cover
Then they forget about it,
And then they begin to believe in their own lie.
At the “bottomless pit” only they’ll
Realize
The truth,
About
The lie.

People are intelligent but foolish,
People are civil but savage,
They are animals, when their souls are blind.

Blood, thicker than tears

UntitledYeah!
Blood is thicker than water
That’s right
That’s Why
I don’t cry
I know that water cannot,
give blood
I know that water cannot,
give life to dead
I know
That flesh can’t stop bullets
And a bomb can shake the earth better than a heart,
can change lives better than a heart can
Powerful than the heart’s beat,
Louder than the heart’s beat
You can hear it load and clear….
Boom………..
Birds scatter, Doves fly away
In the red dusty din
Bodies are scattered
Then the rain patters,
from the sky, of blood and tears
Paradise disturbed
Paralysed feelings
Growing fears
Blood is thicker than tears
That’s why I don’t cry
Not that I don’t love you

වැඩවසම් චින්තනය

Photo Credits goes to: David Gard, The Star Ledger's photo desk.

Photo Credits goes to: David Gard, The Star Ledger’s photo desk.

සුදු ලෝගුවකි, කසාවතකි
එය පොරවාගත් මිනිසුන් වෙති.
ඔවුන ට වඳින
තවත් මිනිසුන් බොහෝ වෙති.

තීන්ත බාල්දියකට දවසක්
වැටිලා නරියෙක්
ඌ වටේත් මෙලෙසටම රැුස් වුනි සෙනගක්.
එහෙත්
වැසි ඇද හැලුනු විට
සතූන් යන්නට විය
සත්‍ය රජු වෙත