No path is a path if you see no people walking or moving here and there. There is very little that you can learn if there are no people around. Yes it is true that lonely paths also teach you things but that are different things. The paths provide you different pictures at different times of a day. During mornings it is very different and during dark it is unbelievably unexplainable. You see ‘no end’ point in analyzing these paths, the travelers, and the people we see, i believe.
Paths Links People
Thonigala Inscriptions are of the 2nd Century BC and carved on Rock. information courtesy;Internet
Tonigala. (a.) Parumaka Abaya puta parumaka Tisaha wapi acagirika Tisa pawatahi agata anagata catudisa sagasa dine. Dewana pi maharaja Gamini Abaye niyate acanagaraka ca [tawi] rikiya nagaraka ca. Parumaka Abaya puta parumaka Tisa niyata pite raj aha agata anagata catudisa sagasa
History; Path to future
Reading Future through History, Nagala mountain and the Stupa of the Nagala Kanda Rajamaha Viharaya, Nikaweva, Polpithigama, Kurunegala District.
yesterdays kingdoms enhanced people's today
let us view today through past ...........Kingdom of Yapahuwa - 13th Century
Saturday, May 31, 2014
For the people of Urumqi with love; Yulian
to the sources there was a terrorist attack in an open air market in Urumqi,
the region's capital, which left 39 people dead and 94 injured on May 20.
i like to dedicate this essay for the People of Urumqi
attack or any happening that breaks the peace and harmony or the quietness,
calmness of any community or territory of human beings of this globe we live
can not be considered something acceptable or enjoyable. This is not pre or pro
of 1940 that filled the pages of the books of past, with the incidents of WWI,
WWII, the Japanese or the Chinese, or US had to send their troops to wherever
are normally the places where a huge number of people gather. Wars normally
write the destinies of lives that live circling with various incidents of wars.
though a government has to invest a lot of money to put a net to cover or protect the people of their land from any disputes , hazards, most importantly from all terror networks, by replacing copper or metal doors or covers, they have no choice they can't think of investing that money for something else to uplift the lives of their people, for health or transportation until the world come to a one stage or a plat foam to eliminate all types of terrorism from the entire universe we live, entirely and totally
so the world, never forget that, we all have a responsibility and a task to perform, as a citizen of this globe to protect every inch of it
to the tune of the instrument,
so old and traditional, yet crafted so elegantly,
close to his heart
was that unrecognizable heart?
heart tunes for you
that the tune of your unshaken mind?
saw her smiling,
was on her mind?
was written on her unwrinkled face?
was given no chance to read
was very far from me
near or here in Nugegoda
she was not even in Beijing,
she thinking of her destiny,
not possible to read her I tried my best
eyes and face were beyond the bamboo trees
the melodies can associate her
did you really feel I should have asked her?
the composer or the tunes of the composer
I was given no chance ask
was written on her bright face so fresh like a bride?
come she is so calm and quite?
have only the questions to ask though ‘replies’ are mirages
she thinking of her man, ran away from his destiny?
from life, from reality, on the day of ‘bonding hearts’, on the days, man reads
the world, name these days differently?
come that the man that you loved so much ‘absent’ and someone else was ‘present’
can not call it ‘ignorance’ then how can you name it?
does it really mean Yulian?
is that river, Yulian
Looks so quite and calm
have not seen such a river
still, yet moving,
was actually another one
yet loves you and became an inevitable writer of your destiny
was the one who suggested ‘right’,many things like a ‘matchmaker’
often read faces
did you stepped out of the carriage,
sacredly carrying your destiny towards the home of feathers, home of destiny?
was inauspicious to do so?
Didn't you know that?
who lend his palm to keep your feet, before touching the carriage of hopes’
out of your own nest of childhood is something different
No! Not towards the school of traditions
No! Not towards the library of rituals either
towards the home of destiny, forgetting the moments mingled with peers
only you, dear Yuan
others do ‘this stepping out of nests of childhood’
from the nest of childhood, that they repeatedly stepping out Darling
out and stepping in they know that they can do many any times
the ‘nest of destiny’ from the ‘nest of childhood’
you know ‘why’?
the crafter of nest of childhood, your parents, they never ban you
never abandon you
feathers knows this
to teach these teeny feathers, dear Yuan, crafting nests is not a kindergarten
Is it alright to call you darling, I forgot to ask you?
do call them ‘darling’
poisons in that calling
other nests have you seen?
Yuan? Other than the nest of the crafters, the parents’
nest of Mingxuan, was it made of feathers, so smooth?
it small or huge?
there enough of space for you to breath happily
meaning this ‘space’ holds, dear Yulian
you closely view?
the walls strong, unbreakable?
it architectured with love?
can not be many nests like that
nest with many feathers and wings
about you , dear Yulian?
me dear Yulian
did you petaled that embroidery, on the carefully chosen silky surface,
it to cover the bed of roses or to wipe off the tears of sadness?
where did you buy the threads?
those from ancient traditions?
The red ribbon of your devotion
you still wrap it around?
am sure you do respect
you been to Xinjiang?
do not like to welcome you to the day of 20 May 2014 to the market, Urumqi
I remember what happened in the
town, on the day you accompanied the lady of the man you loved
the news she brought ‘heavy’ for you?
are you going to welcome, ‘the little feathers’ of that love?
are you going to hide the tears of destiny?
customs and traditions
they a burden for you?
is how the fresh ones thinks nowadays, not all though
me, dear Yulian
I asking too many questions?
is the difference between ‘sitting around with too many’ and ‘when no one is