A journey unfinished: for Kasuri Sir ( Karunadasa Sooriyaarachchi)

Death

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

Dear Sir,

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’

‘paththara mahagedara’

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?

Or

Is living equal to series of questions?

Again questions ………………….

How is it possible for a person, non – saint, not attained eternity, knows all these?

Yes!

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 altars

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?

I say it is unfair

So as a punishment ………………

I wish you will have to return in to this soil

And

Begin

Another ‘kolama’ (column)

You are given no alternative

Dear sir,

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?

again 

questions! 

questions!

let me wish you some 'rest'!