Sunday, December 16, 2012

Jesus, It’s You Who Teaches Me


Jesus,
It’s you who walks an unending journey
             Teaching me to strengthen my paralyzed legs;
Works tirelessly
             Teaching me to stretch out my broken hands;
Bears a heavy burden
             Teaching me to rejuvenate my weary shoulders;
Undergoes excruciating pain
             Teaching me to wipe away my unending tears;
Hears harsh words
             Teaching me to open up my deaf ears;
Speaks softly
             Teaching me to control my noisy mouth;
Thinks wisely
             Teaching me to censor my foolish thoughts;
Loves tenderly
             Teaching me to break open my stony heart;
Listen patiently
             Teaching me to cast away my self-pride;
Accepts courageously
             Teaching me to accept things I cannot change;
Lives poor
             Teaching me to give up my worry-making possessions;
Obeys wilfully
             Teaching me to shed aside my rebellious attitudes;
Dies for me
             Teaching me to die for my selfishness.


Friday, November 2, 2012

Jesus, I Hear You Say...



Jesus,
When I am alone and fallen on my way
With tears I fight my day,
I hear you say,
“Don’t cry, young man! Get up, I tell you!”

When I am sick and feeling weak
Fighting diseases, doctors can’t heal
I hear you say,
“Son, you are free from your illness!”

When I am paralyzed in my journey
That would end only in seeing your face
I hear you say,
“Courage, my son! Do walk again!”

When I meet with wicked commands
Even though I walk in your path
I hear you say,
“Deaf and dumb spirit, I order you,
Come out of the boy, and return never again!”

When my eyes filled with darkness
And my mind too is shut
“Jesus my saviour have pity on me”, I cry;
Then I hear you say,
“What do you want me to do for you?
Your faith has given you the sight!”

When I am out and away from your way
Roaming wherever on my way
I hear you say,
“I do still want, come on my way!”

When I’m given to worldly pleasures
Spend all in vain and leisure
I hear you say,
“Get up, pick up nothing, and follow me!”

When my spirit drooping weary
But my faith linger near still
I hear you say,
“What you believe will be done for you!”

When I see your hands out stretched
Nailed to a cross for sins I have ever done
I hear you say,
“Stretch out your hands and serve me!” 

Monday, October 22, 2012

You Said....I Say......


You said,
If you ever feel in life that
All the doors are closed on you,
Remember these words:
“A closed door is not always locked”
So,
Give it a push at least.

But I say,
If you ever feel in life that
All the doors are closed on you,
Remember these words:
“Knock! And the door will be opened for you,
B’cos, perhaps the door is locked from inside”
So,
Give a try at least.

You said,
When you face choices in life
Just toss a coin up
Not because it settles all your problems
But,
While the coin is in the air
You will know what your heart is hoping for

But I say,
When you face choices in life
Just toss a coin up
Not because it settles all your problems
But,
When and if the coin falls on the ground
You’ll know that you’re not dreaming
But, making a choice, down-to-earth and real.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Happy Children's Day Little Ones!!


Children!
Did you know?
How Joyful I was
Each time you lingered around me;
You elevated my drooping spirit
Every time you laughed stealthily or aloud;
You soothed my unwanted worries
Each time I heard your voice, so sweet;
You gave me a deep sense of responsibility
Every time you listened to me so carefully;
You enhanced my capacity to forgive
Each time I saw yourselves reconciling, with no strings attached;
You wide-opened my doors of love
Every time your love reached beyond caste, class, colour or creed barriers;
You made me hopeful for a better tomorrow
Each time I think of you as “God is still hopeful of the world”;
Above all my dear little ones,
You make me a child again and again
Every time I experience your touch, so pure, and your love, so tender;
May you have a happy day!
I Love You All!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Let’s Meet Together ‘Tomorrow’.......!!


There is hope
Just one hope
Rooted deep inside my heart
That is,

Let’s meet together ‘Tomorrow’!

Yet,
Who can think of tomorrow?
It may be so far,
It may not be so near,
It may be so brief, or
It may never come.

But,
I keep the hope and treasure the wish
Just one wish
Could be a dream
That is,

Let’s meet together ‘Tomorrow’!

‘Tomorrow’!
Tell me!
When are you coming?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

මේ කවිදාගේ කවියයි...

ඈ කවියකි
කඳුළු පිරිනු දෙනෙතින් යුතුව ඈ මේ ගයන්නේ
කඳුලින්ම ලියැවුනු ඇගේම ජීවන කවියයි....
එත්,
ඒ අනුක්ම්පාව අපෙක්ෂාවෙන් නම් නොවෙයි
ඈ නීතියේ සරණ යදින්නේද නැත
නමුත්,
ඈ දහමේ පිහිට පතයි
ඒ,
තිරිසන් වුන මනුෂ්‍යයත්වය
සැබෑ මිනිසත් බවක් ගන්නා තුරුයි
ඇගේ කවිය අසන්න
මේ කවිදාගේ කවියයි....

මව් දෙතනේ කිරි උරා බොන සද
ඈ අහිංසකාවියකි
බැළ මෙහෙකමට යටවී තම බාළවිය ගෙවන්නට ඌයෙන්
ඈ බාළ මෙහෙකාරියකි
සිප්කිරි නොඋරාම මුළුතැන්ගෙයක මල්වරවන දා
ඈ දාසියකි සුදන වෙස්ගත් දුදන පිපාසෙක ගොදුර ඈ වූයෙන්
ඈ දූෂණය කරනු ලැබුවෙකි
බිඳුනු පතිවත රැගෙන දෙමාපිය සරණ සොයන කල
ඈ එපා කරනලද දියණියකි
විශ්වාසයක් නැති නමුදු යුග දිවියකට ප්‍රිය කළ සද
ඈ අපිරිසිඳු භර්ය්‍යාව්කි
එරිය යුතුමුත් තම දෙතනේ කිරි, එය නෝඑරෙනා කල
ඈ අම්මා කෙනෙකි
නොඉවසුම් අසංවර තිරිසන් ආළය තවත් නොදරා සිටි දා
ඈ වැන්දබුවකි
පිටි කිරි වෙනුවට කොත්තමල්ලි වතුර තම දූට පොවන අද
ඈ මහමඟ හිගන්නියකි

එත්,
ඈ තවමත් ගහැනියකි
ඈ වීර ගැහැනියකි
අගේ කවිය තවම ඉවර නොමත!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

සැබෑ මිඳි වැල ඔබයි සමිඳුනී...

සැබෑ මිඳි වැල ඔබයි සමිඳුනී 
ඔබෙන් පොහොනිව වැඩෙන අතු මම 
ඵල දරණා අතු ඔබ පාහින්නේ 
ඵල නොදරණ අතු කපා ඳවන්නේ 

තිබෙන තුරු අතු බැඳී මිදිවැල 
ඵලදැරිය හැක දහස් වරකට 
ඔබෙන් පොහොනිව වැඩෙන තුරු මම 
ඵල දරන්නම් ඔබට මහිම ගෙන 

මිඳිවැල ඵල නැහැ නැතිනම් එහි අතු 
අතු පවතින්නෑ නැතිනම් මිඳිවැල 
මට සමිඳේ ඔබ ඔබට සමිඳෙ මම 
ඒ ඇති මගෙ මුළු ඳිවිය තුරාටම

Monday, August 27, 2012

The Speaking Tomb.....


The evening sun had gone its way,

And I stood still until its last ray;

Swaddled in veil, I glittered gay,   

But no life within, disgust filled my bay.

 

Soon people gathered, shouldering a coffin,

Brightly varnished, yet a dumb corpse within;

We neither greeted nor shared anything,

They circled round me, and pushed the coffin in.

 

Howled the wind and rattled my veil,

They set me on fire with the northern gale;

Flames grew up, gulped all without fail,

People around me, gazed and wailed.

 

White-washed I, soon became grey,

Ashes then remained, but wind took them away;

No one stood still, each turned to his way,

Such is your fate if you’re a tomb, I say.

 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

මියෙන තුරාවට ඔබේම වී...


අඳුරු සෙවනැළි 
ඳසත වටලා 
ඇයිද මා මෙසේ 
ඟනඳුරු උමඟක 
අතරමංවී ජීවිතේ... 

නිම් තෙරක් නොපෙනෙයි 
එළිය දකිනට 
දුවමි දස අත 
සොයා හමුවන තුරු 
සහන් එළියක් 
කොහේ හෝ... 

බිඳී මගෙ මුඵ 
දෑත් දෙපයත් 
වැතිර සිටියෙමි 
නැතුව සරණක් 
දකින තුරු ඔබේ ආලොකේ 
ප්‍රඥාවේ... 

ජේසුනී ඔබ 
එළියයි සඳහට 
දුව ආවෙමි මා 
ඔබ පා සෙවනට 
ඇසුනු විගස ඔබෙ කටහඬ 
ජීවනයේ... 

විවර කරනු මැන 
අංඳවු මගෙ නෙත් 
සුව කරන්න මගෙ 
මෙබිඳුන අත පය 
හැක මට ඒ විට 
කරන්න එලසම... 

මෙහෙ කරන්නම් 
සමිඳෙ ඔබට මං 
ඔබ මට දුන් හැම 
දේ හා සමඟින් 
මියෙන තුරාවට 
ඔබේම වී මම...

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

ප්‍රේමයාණනී, නමස්කාර වේ!



ප්‍රේමයාණනී, නමස්කාර වේ! 
මහා ප්‍රේමෙනී, නමස්කාර වේ!

ඉවසුම ඇත්තේ කොතැනද, ප්‍රේමය එතැනයි 
කරුණාව ඇත්තේ කොතැනද, ප්‍රේමය එතැනයි 
පාරට්ටු කරන්නේ නැතිතැන, ප්‍රෙමය පවතියි 
උඩ්ඟු නොවන්නේ කොතැනද, ප්‍රේමය එතැනයි 

ඉරිසියාවන්නේ නැතිතැන, ප්‍රේමය පවතියි 
හනික කිපෙන්නේ නැතිතැන, ප්‍රේමය පවතියි 
විනීත වන්නේ කොතැනද, ප්‍රේමය එතැනයි 
පරාර්ථකාමී වනතැන, ප්‍රේමය පවතියි 

නපුරු සිතක් නැති අය ළඟ, ප්‍රේමය පවතියි
සමාව දෙන්නේ කොතැනද, ප්‍රේමය එතැනයි 
අනුනට යහපත කරන්නෙ, ප්‍රේමය පමණයි 
හරි දේ ගැන ප්‍රීති වෙන්නෙ, ප්‍රේමය පමණයි 

සියල්ල කළ හැකි  වන්නේ, ප්‍රේමෙට පමණයි 
විශ්වාසෙට ඉමක් නැත්තෙ, ප්‍රේමයෙ පමණයි 
බලාපොරොත්තුව අත්තේ, ප්‍රේමයෙ පමණයි  
සඳාතණික වන්නේ ඳෙව් ප්‍රේමය පමණයි
   

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

උතුම් පඬුර...


















පුඳසුන මතුයේ
කරගැට ඔබේ ඳෝතින් පිදෙන 
සුවඳ මල් සුළඟට මුසුවී 
නැඟ ආයෙන් අම්මේ 
ඔබ මට පෙව් ඒ 
ලේ කිරි සුවඳ 
අවඳි වුනා මගෙ 
අතීත මතකය 
සිහිවිය සිත්තම් 
පෙරදා නටබුන් 
සතුටේ කඳුලේ 
ගැළපුන අන්ඳම්... 

ඒත් නොහැක මට 
ආපසු හැරෙනට 
ජේසු සමිඳු ඇත 
පුදසුන අභියස 
දෑත් විදාගෙන 
දෙනෙත් අයාගෙන 
යමු අපි අම්මේ 
දැන් ඔහු හමුවට 
පිසදා ඔබෙ 
ඔය ඳෙකොපුල් උණුකැට 
සමාවෙන්න ඔබෙ 
මෙදෙවෙනි පුතු හට...

පුදමි සමිඳෙ මං 
පූපය සමගින් 
ඇගේ සුවඳ මල්
හා ගෙ කරගැට අත් 
හරවා රුඳිරෙට 
ගෙ කිරි සුවඳත් 
කරන්න සමිඳේ 
ඔබට කැමතිසේ 
ඔබටම භාරයි 
මින් මතු සැමදේ 
මගෙ මුඵ දිවියත් 
මගෙ මව් රුවනත්...


Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Life...

Life is a Quest
That's why we are in constant search;
It'll never end
Until we die after our lifetime...




Life is a guest
That's why we are in constant longing;
It'll never end
Until we die to our selfishness...

Friday, July 13, 2012

We Are Always Free!


A Defense of Indeterministic View of Human Freedom

     Arguing for the Indeterministic Stand, i.e., "human beings are always free!" , I am free to disagree with what you say, but I will always defend your freedom to assert either your Deterministic Stand, i.e., “human beings aren’t free”or Partially Deterministic Stand, i.e., “human beings are neither free nor not-free” 

     To begin with, who can talk about freedom? It is only a conscious being, and it is only in the ability of becoming conscious that one becomes a free being. Can a toddler talks about freedom when it is not conscious about feeding itself which is fundamental to its survival? Then, it is only when one is a conscious being, can he or she claim for his freedom.

     There may be multiplicity of choices in life, but the act of choosing has only two options. Either one chooses, or refrains from choosing. If you are indifferent about choosing, then the choices will slip away without having being claimed or accounted for by a conscious being. For example, one can either choose to kill or not to kill, marry or not to marry, become pregnant or not to become so. There is no mid way here. Can you kill an entity and in the mean time not to kill the same? Can you marry a person and not to marry at the same time? How can you become pregnant and not pregnant simultaneously?

     Thus, whatever may be the choice, the choosing is done by a conscious being in freedom and, therefore, he or she is a free being. Taking the same example of killing mentioned above,  the Determinists would say, "I am not free either to kill or not to kill" (which means that the freedom is a determined property of a person); the Partially Indeterminists would say"I am either free to kill or not free to kill"; and the Indeterminists would say, "I am free either to kill or not to kill". For example, I have the freedom to say, “I don’t have freedom” or “I am neither free nor not-free”. Had you not being free, how will you have any right to claim and stand for your own postulations?

     No one has right to take away one’s freedom! This is the assertion and belief of the free beings. If we are not free, then the above preposition would imply Anyone has the right to take away one’s freedom. If this is true, may I urge the bench of determinant non-freedom fighters to shut your mouths and sit idle, because you believe an external force (for example “I”) can take away your freedom to defend your stand, because it has a right to do it?

     Moreover, based on the above implied preposition, Anyone has the right to take away one’s freedom, of the Non-Free party and their alleged claim therefore that 'human beings are conditioned creatures', I would urge the oposition bench to focus their attention on one’s own act of Eating. Again, either you eat (take food) or don’t take it. There is no third alternative. There is no 'neither…nor' here as the bench of Indifference Party would argue, but only the 'either…or' stand or the freedom stand. That is, either you are free to eat or to perish in hunger. Does anyone force you to do it (except when you were/are not able to do it by urself)? Moreover, if you have ever fasted, then wasn’t it your own freedom that led you to forgo food - the basic need of your survival? Then, in what way are you conditioned? If you have the freedom to deal with your own life and death, then what type of conditioning do you talk about? 

     If you say that you are baptized in to a religion and therefore your religion is more of ascribed than acquired , don’t you have a freedom to denounce it and find your own source of consolation? Who stopped you from doing it? If your parents, clan, kith and kin and, simply put, your culture or tradition is the hindrance, then don’t you realize that you have made a choice to stay where you are and be happy rather than face discomforts that would haunt you if you were to decide otherwise? So, you were free to choose your happiness right?

     Moreover, if you are trying to say that you don’t have enough freedom in your marriage, job, or in whatever major commitment you have made in life, I would love to know whether you were forced to do so or you made a choice in freedom to commit yourself into that. If you were free then, how come you are not free now?

     You may say that sex is biologically determined and gender is socially determined. Didn’t you know that there is freedom today even to choose your sex and practice your own comfortable Anima or Animus? Can your sex be 'neither penis nor not-vagina' as the Indifference party would say; or 'not penis' (that would anyway imply it to be yes-vagina) or vice-versa as the Deterministic Party would say? moreover, isn’t it directly correlating to your own non-viable stances, 'we arn't free' or 'we are neither free nor not-free', when you have already utilized the freedom to form your stance and defend it? In other words, can you defend your stand without using the word freedom? If the word freedom exists, then does it not mean that freedom exists? Are you a concious being free enough to grasp it?  







Sunday, July 1, 2012

නෝනා මහත්වරුනී...

















මිළිනව ගිය හිරු අවරට වැටිලා 
රත්වූ පොළොවේ මාවත් පිරිලා 
රතු කහ කොළ එළි ඳැල්වි නිවීලා 
පේළි සැදී රිය සක නැවතීලා... 

කොප්පර හංඳියෙ පාර කඩිසරයි 
රතු ඳැල්වෙන විට මදකට නිසලයි 
වයභට පෙරළෙන සක් සැම නවතියි 
ඇය අත පාමින් රිය ඳොර අයැදියි... 

පහන් කණුවෙ හිඳ ඇගෙ ඳුක කියනවා 
වියරු දෙපය ඇගෙ මහ ගව් ගෙවනවා 
කොළ ඳැල්වී රිය තිරිංඟ බිඳෙනවා 
රතු ඳැල්වෙන තුරු ඇය ඉකි බිඳිනවා... 

රිය අතගාමින් දෙපා යඳින්නේ 
කිරි නේරුනමුත් දරු දුක දන්නේ 
රියතුළේ උනුසුම නැහැ ඇය දන්නේ 
මවකඟෙ ගිංඳර නැද්දොබ දන්නේ...