Following from “Creatures of the Park” (link attached below), this piece is inspired by my varied experiences at the 2 or 3 cafes I frequent in Colombo city. As with my regular evening walk, I am also a devout tea and latte aficionado. And as a creature of habit, I do tend to absorb theContinue reading “VERSE| CREATURES OF THE COFFEE SHOPS”
The green of the earth And the blue of the sky; The cool, mellow breeze That caressingly passes by.The trilling of the birdsThe humming of the bees;The rustling of the leaves In their verdant canopies.The well-loved paths Fringed with emerald grass;The spring-born butterflies Delicately flitting past.That one beloved companion Who matches steps with mine,Our heartsContinue reading “VERSE| IN NATURE’S EMBRACE”
Two months into this new fangled broadcast methodology, DT* being overcome by his ADHD-afflicted persona, got bored. It was too little for too long. He had stopped watching Fox News simply because he had slowly faded away from its screen as its most beloved protagonist to an increasingly dubious and infrequently shown antagonist. The words Mutineer and Delusional Demagogue had come up a few times too. How he despised that Chris Wallace!* Melania wanted out – of the marriage; of the partnership. He wasn’t having any of it. While his celebrity had diminished into the wasteland of slander and defamation, she was now wearing the cloak of a woman who had bravely survived the madness. She already had 6 book deals and 25 million dollars in the bank. No, he would rather poison her! … that is, lose her through quick, natural causes, than let her bask in reflected glory – his Glory! Yes, he hated Melania as well.
This endearingly sensationalist lot also believes in pithy, public declarations of the meaning and gist of their lives, emblazoned as they are on their carriages. There’s a sweet, almost nostalgic obsession with certain historical personages and quaint adaptations of favored English idioms: Like Che Guevara who always wants the tuk tuk contingent to rebel; Bob Marley who would like them to forget their woes in most likely, a moonshine-steeped, reggae rocked weekend. Then there is the tuk tuk driver throwing out a barefaced challenge that “if you’re bad, he’s your dad”; or the one who’s had it with arrogance saying “fly not high so you fall not low”; or the myriad others who loudly declare that their hearts are up (on their tuk tuk behinds) for the taking, and as many more who have publicly closed themselves to love… certain lady passengers always being an exception!
**There’s a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hallAnd the bells in the steeple too.And up in the nursery an absurd little birdIs popping out to say cuckoo cuckoo, cuckoo…Regretfully they tell usBut firmly they compel us To say goodbye…To YOU! And so my dear Mr. PresidentI wrote this ode for you,Continue reading “POLITICAL FARCE|AN ODE TO @therealdonaldtrump”
As the pandemic marches on, this is more true than ever. I have felt impelled to write this piece mostly because we have all now, as a planet, lived through a year of the Covid-19 blight. All 7 billion lives have, in some measure, been affected, afflicted or completely upended. And the sobering truth isContinue reading “OPINION|THE BIG BANG OF SMALL KINDNESSES”
I sit here, encircled in my routine,My safety net spread around me like a bright yellow blanket.The sameness, the everydayness keeping it close, gently embracing.I’ve gulped down the first half of my mug of coffeeSo now I’m surrounded also, by a warm cloak of caffeine.I stretch inwardly with the languid requiescence of a just-fed, just-lovedContinue reading “VERSE| CARPE DIEM”
Some background to this piece is essential i feel, to give it that bit of relatable relevance. Felicia’s character is based on an old family friend in Sri Lanka who is as lovely as she is absolutely, delightfully eccentric. Donald Rajapakse is a more sinister inspiration, based on the character of a man whom iContinue reading “FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN TAPROBANA”