Paths Links People

Paths Links People

Thonigala Inscriptions are of the 2nd Century BC and carved on Rock. information courtesy;Internet

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

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

yesterdays kingdoms enhanced people's today
let us view today through past ...........Kingdom of Yapahuwa - 13th Century

Thursday, December 11, 2014

It was slightly raining in Battaramulla

Crossing the Polduwa Bridge, so gently in heart 
Through the fair, fair
I walked
I didn’t feel like pausing my walk
i proceeded  
Nothing was mute
The town was so moving ahead
people , some, moving back to their nests of life, after duties
pedestrian passage looked widen 
I walked further, further and further 
through people
towards relaxation
towards uniformity 
towards clarification
away from dryness of life 
i proceeded 
the benches seeking for company
seemed, trying to analyze eras 
Guards uniformed, were conscious 
Advising often,
The parents who have taken their eyes off from their children, 
Just for a while 
Through People i proceed
seeking for a station of moment 
i proceed seeking for a place of no cruelty
Here I am 
Before a train .............
How is it possible?
No railway was to be seen
It is a train of past
It is a train of memories
My thoughts shattered in to pieces
Travelled a bit back and forth,
From Kandy to Peraliya,
Stopped there for a while, 
returned to the station of 'present'
i proceed 
thoughts are relocated
The Train of Life is still on its way to the station of future,
carrying me and my hopes
Children are playing,
Adults are describing,
Lovers are rehearsaling life
Pausing for bondages,
clicking the cameras
360 degrees
Full of life
Full of lives
Sun is departing from the sky of west,
From the wide bluish sky
The River before me
Flowing rhythmically
yet in solidarity 
I was moistured
Birds, using their wings in its fullest lengths
briefing each other, so closely
Wandering all over the solid sky
Looked tireless
The painted clouds moving slowly
looked stationed 
Buddhist monks , a few,
A line of them just reached the wooden area
I noticed
Meditated for a while ( i thought)
About truth of life?
About kanthaka the navigator of Sansara?
About River Neranjana?
I changed ‘the direction of thinking’
The Monks, They are proceeding
These no lies
No fabrications
Eye witnessed
A father, so dearly
Teaching his daughter , an Angle for sure
What was she asking? 
Too far to know, too far to hear
Returning Buddhist Monks
To the place of previous
Did I hear a ‘shooo’ sound, from someone behind a robe?
No! it is the wind 
An innovator, a little one says
“Baby bird”
“a Baby bird”
“I am the one who found him”
Little fight over an ownership of an innovation
He is a humming bird
Clarified, the young innovator
felt developed 
life is a game
i should have told them 
the gent, gently touched her forehead
i returned home, seeking for sisterhood ..............

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