Is it fare?
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
A journey unfinished: for Kasuri Sir ( Karunadasa Sooriyaarachchi)
How cold is it?
Is it colder like a morning dew?
Or is it warmer like the rays of a warm sun?
Whom should I ask?
Hope I didn't ask you any unfair questions
I have not met a single person who says …………….
‘I am once a dead person’
Though, some sail their canoes between inevitable death and birth
As they please?
Because the ashore welcomes any canoes of any sailors?
Because an ashore is not a private entity?
Where did they take you after sole releasing from soles near and dear?
Did you see any sign boards there?
Who is the owner of the place?
Is the place has a name?
Like you called your place a ‘home’
Did the guards check, inquire your identity?
Was the gate huge?
No paddle locks?
What is this death that some fond of discussing, some not at all?
What is this death some talk in mornings and evenings,
Some embrace in nights or afternoons?
Is it something that your’ sole moving away from your physical body
Why, a death of a person brings tears not smiles
Are those illiterate questions or brilliant questions?
Are those Ideas!!!!!!!!
Did you see any perfection in those?
Why am I asking this much of questions?
Is ‘living’ a question not an answer?
Is living equal to series of questions?
Again questions ………………….
How is it possible for a person, non – saint, not attained eternity, knows all these?
Who says there is nothing written in books?
Everything is written in books
Every detail is written on leaves of bo tree
Every fact is near the ‘stupa’
Prayers are everywhere
Near statues of Jesus
All over al Quran
In the words of OM mantras
In all ‘isms’
No! I know
You have faced many, many interviews
Knows how to answer
So how did you forget the life page of readers all of a sudden?
Decided to journeying ahead to your chosen (?) destination?
Is it fare?
Is it fare?
I say it is unfair
So as a punishment ………………
I wish you will have to return in to this soil
Another ‘kolama’ (column)
You are given no alternative
I cannot send you a bouquet ‘Rathu idda’
Not because I have to come passing many ‘round abouts’ ( wata rawum) to meet you
My fingers aren't fit enough to decorate any reeds
The watarawuma shown you a few directions
Choice was yours to choose
but how come this time you chose another path
‘The direction’ you preferred (?) to proceed along
how can i letter it
didn't you see any other paths other than ' death'
So knowing all that ……………..
how did you forget your readers before deciding to depart
You should have chosen ‘the path to live’ instead
A teacher coming to ‘maha gedara’ (ancestral house)
Passing wale kade of pulathisi pura
How did you really feel?
let me wish you some 'rest'!