Category: Writers’ Space

Zoomorpluvia

The entire pack stopped and stood still. The four holding my ankles and wrists ran away. A few others, too, ran away with them. One bastard peed on my face and ran away with the rest. I collected all my strength, got up, and ran for my life. I have no idea where I ran.

The Eyes

Wonder. Those eyes were rounded with wonder the first time his glance caught them. The big rounded eyes, topped with the beautiful golden colour eyebrows arched in the same surprise made him fully turn his head towards those eyes and stare. They had the colour of a pale, grey sky.

Free Town

This poem was written when I was in Freetown, Sierra Leon, in 2011. I was in one of the hilly, cosy hotels in Freetown, where my balcony overlooked the port of Freetown. The country has just gotten rid of the devastating civil conflict which broke out during the Liberian civil conflict.

Princess of Cart Monarch

‘I am not a poet but scribble lines I never publish on paper. This was written in 2001, while travelling by bus from Gampaha, my native town, to Colombo. The bus was passing through Main Street, Pettah, and I could not take my eyes off those cart pullers gathered on both sides of the road. Back then, I was a student. It was the day. I imagined their Night.’