Bata Dandu Kanda ( Reverston)

Ok. I always had the craze about mountains.. blue sky .Clouds. water and green  :) That was the paradise for me, Rverston was . And whats more.. a nice trip with lot of friends.......... :)

SKY

 Walakulin wiyan badi seetha kandukaraya

 Next step if u dare it, is 100s of meters below

Kingdom of Great Rawana ?

End

I guess its the same feeling if u get lost in another planet

Some Scenes from My Country

 up above the 3rd heigest mountain in Sri Lanka

 Nuwara eliya

 Gregory lake

Flower gardens

There Goes Bells

Poems I wrote
Feelings I felt
Dreams I saw
Tears I shed
In the name of  you
and now ?
Now what ?
What can I do ,,,
But be happy
For you
Which I do
with all my heart......
Truely
Coz she is just the perfect
beter and best :)

Love

Oh! My blood is thikling inside my vains
When I think of him.
Some strange kind of feeling
Like a burning in my thorax,
Like a fire
Of happyness, worry, wonder,
And most of all love
Is felt at the depth of my hart..
I know this is a stupidest feeling.
But love is such a thing.
It seems as if,
One can't be intelligent or logical at all
Infront of it

Slippers

YOu gave your slippers to me
As I had frogoten mine,
And when I asked
How could you walk,father,
Among these throney grasses,
You just said,
Father know every thron around. 

I felt it wasn't true,
And I saw that wasn't ,too...

But took your slippers,
And walked, them on,
And thought I had no choise,
And thought you were used to it...

I felt that wasn't true,
And I saw that wasn't , too...

But I didn't have a choice.
Coz............
I couldn't walk on that throny ground,
Bare foot,
Though you did it for me.
COz..................
You are the father,
and I your daughter.
And can't love you....than you do to me..

Fear

The hair in my hands
pop up
to " look out!"

The Time Maschine

All those science people
Thinking and wondering,
Till their hair grow grey....
Haven't yet found a time machine!!!!

Yet I!
Well,
I just found one!!!!!
Just as if it found me!

>No,I'm not kidding! Realy!<

They  simply take me
to that nice old time,
When they themselves,
And blooming flowers,
Birds and ants,
And all the lot in them, Were just ment for me!!!!
I mean.....
Childrens books!

Oh silly,
Did you ever gessed ?!?!?

Who am I

Who am I ?
I’ve a name.
But, is that I ?
I’m one human
Out of six billion.
But,
It doesn’t point me out!
Does it?
I’ve my own fingerprints.
I’ve my own DNA.
But,
They are just mine,
They aren’t me!
Are they?
So,
Who am I ……?
I think I’m just…
An image in my own mind,
Plus
Few images in few other minds.!!

I had Someone in the Sky

When I was very little,

I had someone in the sky.

Gleaming in gentle light,

His creamy face always smiled.
 
I could never wonder,
How he went there.
I did never wonder,
How he returns from there.
 
How he returns from there,
With his beautiful hare,
To give me curd and honey
That I shall share.
 
And, did he ever return?
I did not care.
 
I grew up, to learn truth.
It was only a far away moon.
And never he had felt
The warmth for him in my hart’s depth.
 
So I let the truth pull him out of my sky,
 I wrapped him with my childhood dreams
And buried him in an old memory.
And I made his tomb out of moon.

 

 I made his tomb out of moon.

To feel so lonely, to feel this sad,

As my skies no longer have

Someone with love, in the sky above.

 

Now, I wonder sadly,

Was the truth worth my Uncle Moon?

Silent Friend

Moon

Echo of War

There was a war for 30 devastating years in North and East of county with which we were born and grown up so that as kids we felt that time without war is a story that typically began with "once upone a time in a far away land...". Nevertheless it was always scary, worrying and sad.

 At our place very near the closest large hospital to Battle Field where most war-casualties were brought by helicopters and then with ambulance our hearts used to stop a second whenever rows of ambulance or a helicopter came.It sux having to sit at home witnessing the agony brought by war everyday, helpless to do anything about it.

 Even after war, even today, feeling of despair haunt me when I hear an ambulance. It still remind me how all the dogs in the town start hollowing with the cries of ambulances as if of omen of death and doom. It still remind me how we turn off TV when news goes, unable to bear what it may say and how all the family and neighbours will gather together in silent grief and hope full prayers for dead and wounded whenever news of a blast came while anxiously telephoning to see people we care for are still alive. Even now a cracker will cause a start , a bag without an obvious owner will cause panic.. coz impact of war has sunk to our blood , to our bones to our genome perhaps and it haunt us from within. Let there be no war begun anywhere in the world!

For All the Lonely People

Cold

Namami Buddhan

Paramee balayen marun binda
Bawunwadawa buduwa lowthuru
Sahan eliyak lesin diswiya
Nasa thiloweka awidu ganaduru ...