They say my lover was found as an infant,abandoned in a forest of roses.Yet even now he runs from the smallest spider,afraid to walk alone when night descends.On the street he moves with girlish airs. My lover—my delicate lover—ah, bastard! my lover. A matchmaker brought him to me,from a village far away,from a family proud…
Loving star,What use is your glow in this desert sky?What use is your shining,Silent… with nothing to say? Like the sages who tumbled from Isigila’s heightsIn the ancient lands of Panchala,I too have wandered as a weary asceticLost in the great forest of my own longing. And then you spoke again—Not with your lips,But with…
Wash from our bodies the painted hues of parties,Let Diyawanna’s waters rinse us clean.We have watched too many hollow spectacles—Let us turn our faces and refuse them.Lay aside caste and color, if only for a moment,For our Motherland, Sri Lanka, is fading—Come, give her some care before it is too late. Without you, who will…
Hear me, Ajjuna… hear me, Pajjuna,When you journey toward Thiriya, seek news of my eldest son.The spies have whispered—he prays by the river’s edge. Anuradhapura burns beneath the hand of our foes,so our kin in Kaduruwela know nothing of his fate.Do not let him know my heart still searches.Discover his needs in silence, and ease…
The fallen matalus of the coconut treesScatter gently upon the path of the Buddha,Easing the weariness of His sacred feet.He walks in all four directions,Seeking those wise enough to cross beyond samsara.Still, I feel His presence—Upon the distant hills, within the nearby forest. The Buddha arrives,The Buddha arrives alone. Whispers rise of Mathura and Mathugama,Where…