Thursday, June 25, 2015

Turquoise Dreams

Whirling pools
of turquoise dreams
they sift past me
like you do,
in every waking hour,
making me spin, twist and turn
in my yearning,
to catch a glance, just, a tiny glance
of you, your glow, your smile.

Restless moments
I am engulfed in
when I remember those kisses
soft,like araliya petals,
on my lips,
last night,
on that lonely stretch of road,
where our worlds collided,
fingers intertwined,
hearts pounding,
and lips locked
in moments
heated moments
of manic reverie.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

I am a winner, because of you.

They say that sometimes the most powerful experiences in life come at the most unexpected times. You are completely blown away and awe struck.

This happened to me, and I want to tell you what happened. I was invited to a local NGO to facilitate the last session of a two month support group they had been running for nine women who were victims of domestic violence. I was with them for two hours and the little time I spent with them created a shift in my inner self. This experience really touched me.

The session started off with some activities on assertiveness and problem solving. It was fun with bouts of unstoppable laughter to add to the reverie. They shared their stories, their fears, lingering questions and they were open and honest about their lives. Being a therapist, this inspired me to continue to serve people . Today revealed another side to mental health, human suffering and most importantly to human strength.

The highlight of the session were the kindness activities and the gratitude call. The kindness activity involved the members of the support group taking initiative and demonstrating kindness in their own little way towards the staff of the same NGO. They spoke to people they'd never spoken to before and the entire atmosphere of the building changed. There were smiles all around and the staff were genuinely happy. The sense of confidence displayed by all nine women was amazing. What a bright spark to my day! Beautiful!

The whole idea of looking outside of yourself, at someone else, and being kind to someone else was further etched in my heart after watching them doing small acts of kindness. One of the group members said ' no matter what you might be going through, being kind to someone else does shed light on our lives'. It helps embrace the world beyond you and your suffering. This really did open my eyes. I felt like there was growth for me as a therapist and a human being. You always grow vicariously through the people you encounter in your life's journey, no matter where in your life, you might meet them.

It was nearly time for the session to come to an end and for me there was no better way to end it than with a gratitude call, just to say thank you to someone who has helped you along the way. The women were a bit unsure at first but out came their mobile phones and they dialled numbers of family members, friends etc who have contributed to their lives in any little way. All nine calls were so genuine and moving and this really touched my heart and brought tears into my eyes. Some of the women cried while expressing their gratitude to their loved one's and those tears were filled with love and thankfulness. They were real tears, spilt by tired eyes, but coaxed by rejuvenated hearts.

I bow down with respect and gratitude to all nine women in the support group and to thousands of women who are battered, violated and humiliated in Sri Lanka, but who have brave and courageous hearts. I bow to each and everyone of you with utmost humility and gratitude.

You are all my teachers. May you all be well,happy and peaceful. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

churu-churu wassa

Churu -churu churu-churu
drops of cold nectar
from morning ,they fall,
it just keeps pouring
like tears on a cold December night.

The leaves outside
drip from their edges
transculent drops
like from a saline bottle
hanging bored,
next to a tired,old corpse.

Gurgling tubes, faint beeps,
red eyed nurses, lonely coffins
they wait, in respite
for a lapse in time
like I wait,
for the churu-churu wassa
to pack up and leave
and say good-bye.

Oh, for some sunshine.

Friday, December 19, 2014


Criss-cross, criss-cross
those angry red streaks
on your right arm that day
when you almost hid that blade away

it made me wonder...

Are those the tears, you couldn't shed?


The hurt, you couldn't tell?


The love, you never felt?


the hot raw pain that gushed out
in that quick flash of red
you could almost touch
making it completely yours,
only to be lost
and then,
just numb...criss-cross.

Will the blade strike again,
and this time,
will the pain go away?

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Random Haiku

Shutting a book 'plunk'
only opens
new crevices in your heart.

Strains of jazz
sweltering heat
trickles of sweat, in May.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

26 Years

I was taken out of my mother, Priyamali's womb 26 years ago at St.Michael's nursing home, Colpetty, Sri Lanka. It has been a great journey since then with it's highs and lows.

It'll take a whole blog to write down my entire story, but all I want to say now is that I am so grateful for all the moments I've experienced along the way, because they've shaped my personality and have had a large part in moulding me into who I am today. There are also the people in my life starting from my dad,mom,brother,grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends who have played a very important role. The teachers, both in school and university have also had both positive and negative effects on my life, but all for the greater good.

Mixed feelings as I arrive at the beginning of another fresh year in my life.

But..Hurrah for life!

Saturday, July 5, 2014


Palm thatched huts
uneven footprints
etched in the sandy
paths of decadence
at VAROD in Vavuniya.

What do I do?
Walk along?
Go the other way?
Stamp my footprint greedily,on top?


Do I wipe it off?
Erase it from my memory
let it go
just like they were let go of
after the bloody war. 

VAROD* -Vanni Association for Rehabilitation of the Differently Abled