RESURRECTION If I had died And come back living My life would be marked By scars you've inflicted Upon my soul and spirit. My wounds would prove The tyranny and slavery Set upon my flesh That eventually killed me off Into the land of the haunted spirits Where the Red... » read this article

  The Ballad of Jackey Mary - not the mother nor the sister not at all the baby-sitter Its simply Mary. She lives near the high way where people crowd the cross-roads to pack their shopping bags with groceries and Oxfam goods. But Mary - not the buyer nor the... » read this article

According to Sri Lankan press the U S have praised the Sri Lankan Government's efforts in resettling the IDPs (Internally Displaced People). The work however is far from over.  But it certainly is good news. It is the innocent victims such as these, who were trapped between the State Armed... » read this article

July 19, 2010 (Axis of Logic) - The dirty war against the Tamil Tigers went ahead with the co-operation of the international community - that is to say, with a subtle nod and a wink, some 13 months ago.  The agreed purpose was that this is part of the global... » read this article

Ceylon Tamils1 - both the diasporic and the citizens of the island Sri Lanka, in the Southern tip of India, must be empowered to ask honest questions.  If at all anything, Tamil social thinkers ought to awaken the masses to discern the wood for the trees. On the whole, people... » read this article

  Vibrations The cosmic Dancer with precision and rhythm Lifts his hand and feet with grace Balances his body in thin air. Smeared in sacred ash his Eye pierces the firmament Each particle of the universe Responds to the vibrations of the primal sound. All illusions are ripped off its... » read this article

  SRI LANKA Its a mockery to insanity Fumbling into putting foot 'n' mouth Rambling onto sheer bloody mindedness. Children stare with protruding eyes The skeletons of war and misery. The future hangs in balance of the global players. The locals are victims to lip service and spin doctors. The... » read this article

RITUAL Sacred fires keep burning. The distant drums are getting nearer and even nearer. Shadows of the full-moon night have disappeared behind the palm trees. The virgin waits patiently, Gently pacing across the silver sands. The smell of scented Jasmines and sandalwood Fills the breeze with expectant ecstasy The God... » read this article

A Peasantry Observation Life is a laboratory You trust some people Yet they let you down. The worst of all is They crucify and cut you down. You love some Body Yet, they'll turn around and bite your heel. Don't they care deep down how you feel? Judas is cooking... » read this article

THE SPIDER Pinning the cloud Shooting the clown down. Winning the vote Hooting the voices down. Politics is a tantra An art form of the powerful. Bullet to the brain Scavenging licker's drool. Pallet to the fool Managing the Animal Farm. "We want human rights!" That's the strap-line, means no... » read this article

  Timbuktu Take me to Timbuktu where I want to learn geometry. Relaxing in a mud hut where the hot winds turns into a cool breeze. Let me play the harmonica while measuring the world in a grain of sand. Flood my thoughts with Timbuktu I want to learn to... » read this article

An Ode to Orwell The Sun has sunk into the muddy waters The moon has lost its romance. Skeletons turning in their mass graves Karl is in mourning. His thoughts have become convenient a rhetoric on the tongues of all those pseudo prophets who come out of the wood works... » read this article

That's My Name! Battered, scattered Trapped and bomb-shattered Littered in camps like the scum of the earth. Every one talks about us And some who speak on our behalf, But no one cares to hear what we say... I stand my ground.  Shout, that's my name: Hi, I'm a Tamil... » read this article

    SO LONG!   Sufi, my Moslem friend Let's pretend that the world is a long poem with Quarter-tones and tambourines, Whirling children, women and gentlemen. Sufi, my Moslem friend, Let's pretend and turn gold into dust, tears into silver streams, thoughts into frozen mountains every meaningful gestures into an... » read this article

WEEPING MULTITUDES Beaten and bruised.  Broken bodies. Mangled by starvation.  Lack of vitality. Trapped or tripped.  Tricked with no choice. Human slaves.  Left to rot in misery.   O, what a Eucharist!   Every tree.  Shapes like a cross. One thing is free.  Torture and mis-trust. Heroes and villains. Keep... » read this article