Saala in the Summertime

Saala in the Summertime

The summer of Saala සාල වනේ හී වෙසඟේ සාල වනේ හී පුෂ්ප පිපී නන්දිත වේ සාල වනේ හී   Hey, the old man is dressed only in a piece of old sarong He has his walking stick up in the air and he dances to his own song D’ you know he comes to us kids from the mountain climbing down And he sings of the glory of the forest of Saala in the summer…

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Highs and Lows

Highs and Lows

A dream just ends when the reality breaks in But, could one still hold on to the dream and not give in? What if, in the dream, one ties another, ‘say, with the power of singing? When one could even get lost in the beauty of a voice, if rightly immersed in A voice that goes high and low and then high in the most melodic manner A voice that soothes one’s soul and can…

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Running

Running

A man keeps running, deep in the forest He’s fit and he’s clad in an athlete’s garment He passes tall trees and low bush in the valley, he runs on foot paths along winding streams Balanced, well-focused on each step he takes, he bothers least even of his own grand dreams   The one-eyed magpie sits on the footpath reflecting Sublime she is, she goes on with her own daily routine Never is she bothered…

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Is Everything Relative?

Is Everything Relative?

Relativism, that may include any notion that supports ‘everything is relative’ has been an intriguing topic, in the contemporary world, subject to wider criticism. The two key criticisms made against relativism, within the western philosophical traditions are that relativism is self-refuting and that relativism encourages pernicious consequences, both starting from Plato’s famous arguments on the issue. The objective of this paper, is to present how an ancient analytical view of two-truths doctrine, found within the…

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To the Trees

To the Trees

Oh the beautiful ones, that enshroud my world How blessed on earth I am to have your company I look at you in the morning to breathe in inspiration I hang around you during the day to cool me down On busy streets, it is only you I gaze at Not the restless eyes of humans You let me take refuge in you And expect nothing in return Oh the enlightened ones, who bring peace…

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George

George

That odour, which has a blend of strong smell of cinnamon from Sri Lanka, started haunting me again. It however is surely not cinnamon, perhaps a combination of eucalyptus, perhaps both have a similar smell. That strong odour someway connects my thoughts to George for some reason. George apparently died a few years back and I did not get a chance to see him. The last time I spoke to him over the phone, I…

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