Short Poems of the time

Summer

Like ants

Come from hole

Half naked

Edited women are

Busy in streets

Winter ends.

Nothing

Being a refugee

I could forget

Everything

I have had and not.

Lesson

Just cooked

Warmed pot

Became cool at the table

We couldn’t ever

Come to the peace.

One for All Seasons

My shoes

Not changed

Like a job

Suffering with

Warm and cool.

My foot

No relief

Both give pain.

Snow

A child plays

A bird folds wings

I bargain for a jacket.

Curse

An idea

Grew up in soul

To plant

While I was thinking.

Your voice

Like a bomb

Destroyed it at once

It never conceived again

I curse

To my mind

He never understood.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

2010/04/15

Broken Mind

The vase

Love was kept

Broken into pieces

Beneath chairs, bed and table

On the floor

In different different shapes

Drops of tears

Sobbed in vain and

Swept it out and

Put into dustbin

Love was inserted

Into a new vase

After a few days

Forgetting past

It was a dark and rumble

Brought conflict

And broke the vase that

Never re arranged

It was a pain

Unbearable and

Time was gave the silence

And medicine for the cause

Looking at each other

Smiles

Peep into the vase

And look for

Whether there is

Love.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

　

　

　

　

　

　

Deviation

In a certain point

I deviated

From myself.

Wandered far away

From place to place.

Returned again

But

For me too

I am an outsider.

Everywhere

I

Come and go

On the way

I diverge in a certain point

And was an outsider

To them and there.

It was stopped

In a certain place

Every thing happens as usual

But I cannot deviate

But an out sider.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

Accusation

Birds flocking together

Blamed to the sneared bird

Not for the trap

In the sense of knowing

Return not again to them

Find faults and blame him

Not to trap .

He has gone to go

A journey

Who never has gone.

If he accrossed it

Birds would fly behind him.

Would and could be able

To eat and taste

Of fruits and nuts

And too the freedom

Never have had.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

Last Moment

Surrounding mountains

with shady blue colours.

Decending clouds

kissing to the mountains

sun sleeping evening.

Harmonizing sensitive beauty

birds flew with the

leg behind night fall.

A hard worked labourer

with a sack of retails

walking along the road

and entered into a bar

counting the money in the pocket.

An Embarassed couple

creating a silhuette picture

forgetting eveything a side of the road.

Darkness with time

coming as a policeman

chased way

deleting the beauty and reality.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

2010/03/31

THE SUN

Your are glorious

powerful and supper

controlling everything

capture into the hand.

Fauna and Flora

make the process of photocyntheises

in order to your comand

Breasts and Creepers

subjected to your rule

human beings too accept the regime

and accustomed to

their day today lives

all think

excistance is because of you

system centralized into the hub of you

and God for them

one who challenge to you

and the system

ultimate result like Gallilio was given or socratis was given

will be a Traitor, terrorist, or a enemy

How ever it is

anything beyond the reality

what can be done

Supreme power you hold

only a part of the time the day

and other part is not for you

a thing of important you are ignorant

and ever fail for a solution is

that humans everyday fighting

to conqure and to eradicate

hope of ultimate end

even though you provide the light of so called nature

they are forever blindess and darkness

for thier own.

Confession

I m sathyamurthi

from upcountry

home at tea estate of unemplyed

travelled to Vauniya

A job for

Repairing Radio

Started war

Be a Tamil is

A sin

Given by god.

Keeping check points

Everywhere

Guns at aim.

No citizenship

That is because of no identity card.

But because I was born here with

My father and mother.

And labours of tea.

Returned back home

To get make Identity

To meet Grama Sevaka the only one person

Who can do it.

He could do it but did not it.

If I gave him a thousand

I would not be here.

But my mother told

The nature of him

Without even a coin or a bottle of alchol

Never put his signature.

Just only three four days

I got married

Legally.

Dreamt with hopes

to bring her

Having a ceremony after a week

Police came my home

I didn’t know why

First in town police and then

To colombo

Finally to Boossa.

My mother curses

To my vergin wife

of her

Sinfullness.

Than cursing to GS.

Dear sir

what is the wrong

Of being a Tamil

Born in tea estate without stateless.

Even though I worship every day

Shiva kanda god doesn’t know

And he is powerless

He could have seen this

To go against act.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

2007/04/ 26 at Boossa camp

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