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Archive for September, 2008

Mirisawetiya

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Ancient Mirisawetiya

Stands in all its awe

A globe reaching out to the sky

As if it were a receptor

For communication with the gods

Surrounded by thick jungle cover

It exudes a strange energy

That seeps in to the soul

Little by little

 

As I stood there gazing

Reciting ancient words

that have been spoken

over and over again

by every pilgrim

that has walked this path

I sensed a strange belonging to this land

A connection I have not

Felt before

 

The ground felt familiar

And with each step

I felt rooted

By some energy

Some inexplicable link

As if I have stood here

And done exactly this

Many a lifetime

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

I write

I write

for you

As if these words could

Turn circumstances around

Fingers beating down on the keyboard

Making the charm bracelet- you gave me- jingle

 

In my heart

I believe they could

And so I write

For you

 

The mind knows nothing

Of what the heart believes

And is forever

The pessimist

Laughing at my folly

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

Mala and Kumari

The mention of Mala and Kumari

Evoke such rage

Picking up clothes from off the floor

I fight off your embrace

“Not this on my Birthday!” No way!

I decide to tell you what I think

And walk out –forever-

 

I don’t know why I stayed

Maybe it was the way you said “don’t go”

Or maybe this was where I wanted to be

With you, today,

Or maybe I could hear you

Without you saying a word

For once, I understood

The different reasons

Why we need this

 

When nothing else makes sense

There is comfort

In the world we have created for ourselves- unconsciously

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

Don’t Speak

On one of those days

When I couldn’t speak

I picked up the phone 

And called you

Accusations flew

And I realised

I was foolish

To think

I could put into words

All this

 

I gave up speaking

And told you

Not to speak, as well

 

It’s better sometimes

Not to speak

So that we can hear each other

Think

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

Evening Traffic

The buffaloes saunter

In to the midst of evening traffic

Survey the honking drivers gently

and put a stop to their breakneck drive home

 

With one slow step after another

They trail across the street

In no particular order

As if there is time

To saunter

Still

time

 

Drivers look at each other in frustration

And grudgingly smile

What can you do really?

Buffaloes are busy deciding

Whether the patch of grass

Growing from the crack in the carpeted road

Is worth the effort

Despite the noise

 

Parked in the middle of the road

We wait leisurely

For them to have their snack

And see

the sun slowly sinking in the sky

 

Sashikala Premawardhane

Without love without love without love

It’s good that you said what you said- “I don’t love you”

“ok” I responded “ I didn’t know”

“you knew all along” you accused

“what were you thinking? That I’ll be with you?”

“Why did you keep coming back if it was torture for you?”

 “I love someone else”

“If you love someone else, what were you doing with me?” I asked

“ I don’t know, I like you, that’s why”

 

I stopped talking

You had your own screwed up logic

Who was I to argue with that?

The dismissal was simple

There was nothing to be confused about

I felt like a fool

And bid you farewell

 

One thing though

You ought to know

Along the way these games will tire you out

And the women you love

Will find out- one day-

How you loved a girl without loving her

and how it broke her heart

and think what man is this that loves me?

Who can love without love without love.

 

 

Sashikala Premawardhane