CREATIVE WORKS OF UDAYAR

Short Poems of the time

2010-04-19T00:24:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-13T09:33:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-13T09:24:00.000-07:00

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

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

2010-04-12T13:37:00.000-07:00

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

2010-04-09T02:06:00.000-07:00

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

2010-03-30T04:36:00.000-07:00

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.

2010-03-23T12:41:00.000-07:00

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

2010-02-02T10:55:00.001-08:00

Electronic President

My dear countrymen

I am the president

Electronically elected

By the power

I was given last time

By my enemy friend.

This is the global world

Soul and body digitalized

Logic and reason passed away

People are not the element of democracy so far

You people voted secretly

How one can say whether you didn’t vote me

Though you people not believed me

I believed you

That is why I was consulted

To include into my “Thought”

This new method

That is the logic of the birth of electronic system

You don’t want to waste your time

And listen to others.

Now you do own your business.

You’ll keep your demands with you

I’ll keep my promises with me.

I wish to introduce this system to

My neighbors by assuring

After the general election.

I must thank to the technology

The symbol of you.

So dear countrymen

Do listen well!

If someone goes against me

That means against of the modernity.

In other words

Digital agents will punish you

Digitalizing the law and order.

Lastly be calm and quiet

Peace will be given for you.

2010-02-02T10:50:00.000-08:00

Electronic President

My dear countrymen

I am the president

Electronically elected

By the power

I was given last time

By my enemy friend.

This is the global world

Soul and body digitalized

Logic and reason passed away

People are not the element of democracy so far

You people voted secretly

How one can say whether you didn’t vote me

Though you people not believed me

I believed you

That is why I was consulted

To include into my “Thought”

This new method

That is the logic of the birth of electronic system

You don’t want to waste your time

And listen to others.

Now you do own your business.

You’ll keep your demands with you

I’ll keep my promises with me.

I wish to introduce this system to

My neighbors by assuring

After the general election.

I must thank to the technology

The symbol of you.

So dear countrymen

Do listen well!

If someone goes against me

That means against of the modernity.

In other words

Digital agents will punish you

Digitalizing the law and order.

Lastly be calm and quiet

Peace will be given for you.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

White Cloth

2010-01-20T13:07:00.000-08:00

Dirty

Soul and body

Covered with

Washing

Rubbing

Trying to clean

Scars.

And wears

Spraying

Scents

To avoid

Internal Smell.

It’s a symbol and

A Bodyguard

Running between

Human and demon.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

Waiting for Justice

2010-01-02T02:21:00.000-08:00

2009-12-29T10:09:00.000-08:00

Comrade Bala

2009-12-28T14:03:00.000-08:00

His name was Bala

Accused tiger terrorist

Without telling about

Best friend of

Everyone.

Sinhala words

He knows little

Alphabet learnt

Making got written.

English too

Loudly speaks

In different tone

And he has a habit to

Smoke tobacco little.

Smile is pleasant

Cannot be indentified and sensed

As a Tamil.

Never be hurry for foods

Breaking rules

And not done misuse things.

He was severely beaten and torched

Teeth were broken

But never hate to the police

He is simple

Silent

Deep and

Pleasant

But not cheap

Udaya R .Tennakoon

IN THE SAME CELL

2009-12-21T13:29:00.000-08:00

2009-12-19T14:14:00.000-08:00

Not for Tissanayagam

2009-10-26T21:15:00.000-07:00

2009-08-23T03:12:00.000-07:00

Unseen Visitor

You imprisoned in
Mother’s womb
When I was arrested and imprisoned
In social prison womb

Without seeking the sun and moon
Days and weeks
Months and years passed
And in the meantime you released from uterus
Keeping eternal pain
in my heart no one seen

Without a name and a born father
Grew up in a transitional time
And I put a name after three months

Relatives knew
But it concealed to neighbors

“Her father has been in abroad”

After almost six months
My daughter with mother
In front of the prison
Where crowding packed room in prison
Between the wall and through a small window fixed a
Small holes net
They have come to see me
.
Touching the iron bar
She was looking at me
Tears collapsed
Out of eyes of mother
But my eyes dried up
As the heart weeping

“This is your father”
Asked with sighs

She smiled
Looking at me.
Touching the iron bar.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

2009-08-23T02:42:00.000-07:00

Post Teej Red Rose woman

Every where in Nepal
Like wise a garden blossomed red roses
Felt fascinating sceneries
One can think like a
Revolution done by communist women
But it’s a myth or may be an exaggeration

A few days happiness
Given by Hindu Tradition
To feast, to dance and to enjoy
Not for them almost
But for the shake of husbands

Fasting for good health and
Prosperity their husbands
To control their lives

A symbolic happiness
Eternal sorrow in it
Finishing day today works
Shouldering in bound burden
Into their soul

Keeping beauty
For sex and showcase and then
Bends to the other of rest.

God created and
After destroyed
Given deriving from
Tradition to the sign

A rose of slavery patriarchy
Naturally drying and eliminating
To the sun of god husband

Udaya R. Tennakoon
From Nepal

Tell me before you kill me

2009-08-21T23:41:00.000-07:00

Tell me before you kill me

Pardon me
If not so
Kill me

Majority of the majority
May be against me
Minority of the minority,
A few of may be
Agree with me

The moment I heard the news
Murder of southern beloved revolutionary
And terrorist at the time
I forever love
I was shocked and wept
Hiding tears of rain of November “89”

At the moment,
Majority of southern
Celebrating the so called victory
And cooking and eating milk rice of
Murder of Tamil leader
And terrorist to most
I was too shocked and felt a deep pain
In my heart that circulate red blood
On the date of 19th May

Please tell me dear comrades
What is the error in my mind?
Before you kill me.

Udaya R. Tennakoon
22/08/2009

2009-08-21T22:49:00.000-07:00

Sinhala Tiger returns home

Disappeared man
Returned home
From Prison
Hey! Come and see!

Branding a nick name

For the shake of
How do you do
Whispering to each other
Spread the gossip

Now be watchful
Places where he goes and turns up
To be confirmed

Previously
He was
Inevitable friend and comrade
Now
Who he is

Give up and get relieved of
All connections and relationships
Disconnect numbers
Beware of danger
And his sight

Disappeared man
Released from prison and from law
But convicted by society
And so called media
Still he is a terrorist
With an indelible brand to the identity

Udaya R. Tennakoon.
22/08/2009

2009-08-21T21:42:00.000-07:00

Refugee Moon

You like me
Who haven't a way to go,
And to stay.

I have seen you
In my home country
Even before sun set
Hiding and peeping
Watching out to encage
Into the darkness.

But I couldn’t identify
You are as a refugee.

At the terrible time
Escaping from my death
During the swash buckling things
Happening in white nights
I turned up to
City Kathmandu of Himalaya valley.

Getting a cheapest room
In a top of a dirty and dusty old building
Suffered from the fever of loneliness.

I opened the window
To hear of the out side sound
As I was being at my home.

I was a surprise
You was here
Rambling behind a cloud
Like me as a refugee
The moon
I never identified before.

Without specific place and space
Universal camp of the out sided world
Giving light to the dark
Temptations like me

Udaya R. Tennakoon
2009/08/ 19