Tuesday, 10 May 2022

The Monsters

I shivered.
The monsters had arrived.
And were clear as daylight.
I didn't know whether to fight or flight.

Scared, 
Tensions taut. 
Care not for you and I,
They struggle on for their might.

Worry.
A wave of emotions
Flooded over, cascading.
I fear for Mother Lanka. 

          - Robes of a Muse

Monday, 2 May 2022

Tenderness

Tender, he does touch
My body, when pain is much. 
Kisses, many for me
With love and care he comes to me.
Honey brown gaze 
Silently sees, the beauty
The nakedness within.
Passed many an abled soul
But none so loving
And tender in his ways 
Blessed I am for the security.
Comfort and joy, he doth bring.
            - Robes of a Muse

Saturday, 18 December 2021

Struck

And it struck. 
The palm across the face,
Flesh on flesh,
Stinging.
It struck,
A massive blow
Straight to the heart.
Tearing, pulling away the veins.
Blood gushed,
Pouring all over 
Red and gruesome.
Pain. Numbed in pain. 
Darkness, as the blood thinned.
Light faded and pain over powered. 
And, death struck. 

         - Robes of a Muse

Friday, 3 December 2021

Candle lit nights


Candle lit nights emerge
As we plunge into darkness once more.
Memories from a distant past
Of mosquitoes and sweaty eves creep.
Computers and virtual gatherings end,
The mobile, our best friend, 
Till the battery lasts. 
The yellow rays of this artificial sun
Shines, sending loving shapes on walls.
It's calming. 
A sedative to the chaotic mind.
Faces come together, shadowed.
The mind stills, it calms,
Sitting in the candle lit night. 
        - Robes of a Muse


Sunday, 29 August 2021

Love in Times of Corona

I long to hear your voice now
And feel the warmth of your touch.
I am lucky to see your eyes 
But once a week,
Thanks to innovative technology.
How I long to kiss you,
Wrap my fingers in yours
Feel your body, next to mine
Just for a little while. 
Many miles separate us
Yet corona makes us far apart.
Meet you when, I do not know
For now, 
I wait with memories. 
       - Robes of a Muse

Sunday, 8 August 2021

The Lion's Gate

The stars shine bright
Waiting for the sun and moon to align.
Energies are strong tonight
As our world's collide.

The countdown has begun
For the live show of hearts.
No clowning around for fun
As does come the round of darts.

Come together,
We do in our hearts and mind.
Love, as gentle as a feather
Cradled to our bossom and kind. 

- Robes of a Muse

Sunday, 2 May 2021

The Albatross

Perched on the high mountain
On an isolated rock,
Sat he.
Watching the world beneath him,
Eyes, attentive to activity. 
Planning his next meal.
The water flowed
Smoothly down the slope,
In a cascading waterfall.
What a breathtaking sight,
The mountain, the waterfall
And the Albatross. 
         - Robes of a Muse 

Saturday, 1 May 2021

The Giver

Money, time, space
It mattered not.
The giver did face
In this thickening plot. 

As the moons fade,
And the giver aged,
She grew somewhat afraid
That she would be forever caged.

Time and again,
The angels reassured
That it wasn't in vain. 
Through these words, the giver was cured.

- Robes of a Muse

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

Power Cuts

They have recommenced,
Forced to immerse ourselves in darkness
Sitting under starry skies,
Enjoying the Indian Ocean breeze.
I reminisce times, two decades ago,
When this was the norm 
Sitting in the dark,
Taking notes in the candlelight night. 
Or rolling on the cool tiled floor 
To keep the heat at bay. 
Power cuts, what memories they bring
A shared tale between my generation and the next. 

Thursday, 23 July 2020

My Cocoon Phase

Many drafts later, I seem to have something that I feel can be shared. 

I have recently started to think it's tragic that I appear to be miscommunicating quite a bit as someone who prides herself in being a communicator. Let me explain myself a little bit about what I mean. I should also probably say that these realisations I am referring to didn't occur overnight, and were in fact born out of months of work on myself (making a conscious decision to improve myself). 

During a conversation with one of my best friends, I realised that perhaps I need to re-evaluate how I express myself. This realisation occurred especially regarding more personal interactions, and not for formal interactions, like those at work or when engaging with unknown people. This made me think I clearly needed to up my personal communication skills! And this is perhaps one way to own up to the realisations my friend and I had during the conversation (apparently we have some similar issues :D) I guess I could say this conversation helped me really pin point what may cause miscommunication. 

No biggie, but we have childhood conditioning taking the first place. I think, as I become wiser in years (please don't burst my bubble) I realise there is so much childhood conditioning that takes place as we grow up. And I feel this is the reason why I am said to be a serious person or people tell me not to take things seriously. Let me explain, I feel like the circumstances I was raised in, the kind of people my parents are and the expectations society had of me, made into this serious person I am said to be. But in reality, this is not who I am, as at times, I am not doing what I want to do, or perhaps not in the way I want to. You might say tough luck I can't necessarily blame these circumstances; but what I do know is that my parents had certain expectations of me as an individual and also expected me to set an example for my brother. They also wanted me to shoulder certain responsibilities as the elder child and behave a certain way, as a 'girl'. Did I mention my parents were conservative and somewhat older than perhaps parents of others my age? Well, this is what is it, this upbringing is part of who I am and partly responsible for how I see the world and the circumstances before me. The lesson I am currently learning is to unlearn all these childhood limitations and conditioning and to lead a life that suits me, for the person I am. But, we know this will take sometime and a lot of soul searching on my part to let myself be who I am or want to be. 

The second realisation stems from the seriousness I mentioned above. And I think its also to do with my profession. I don't think I have mentioned it, but I do have a day job (that takes a lot of my time) that's besides writing poetry and prose. I am an academic and this profession likewise comes with a certain responsibility and seriousness as the future of many young people are in my hands. Again society has conditioned how a 'teacher' ought to be, and this conditioning in the Sri Lankan society makes me behave a certain way or have a serious outlook on life. The lesson here is to learn to relax and be the kind of person that suits the situation. I suppose its also understanding that just because society dictates that a teacher has to be responsible and set an example, there is no reason for me to not be able to unwind and enjoy life with my peers and students. 

Going down memory lane, I recall I have always had this habit of being curious and asking questions to satisfy this curiosity. It also partly stems from wanting to have a clearer picture of what I am experiencing or of something that is being explained to me. And I have come to appreciate this more as I teach as it helps me change the way I express myself to suit a larger audience, because I am aware that no two people understand or grasp something the same way. But the realisation was that this questioning could also be understood as being selfish; now this is not something I had thought about before. It's a fresh perspective. So much so that people can misunderstand my need to understand something better or clearer as me quesitoning their words or actions. It's quite unfortunate, as that's not the intention. And even more so as the intention is quite the opposite, i.e. to better relate and connect with the other person. So the lesson here is to seek information in such a way that doesn't hurt the other person, whilst also trying to grasp the bigger picture for myself.

The last point for this post is about accepting when I am wrong and being humble enough to admit it. I am by nature a stubborn person; something I seem to have learned from my parents who tend to be rather inflexible. But I have realised this isn't something to be proud about and over the last few months, I have tried to be more accommodating of others' views and even admiting when I am in the wrong. I must say this is quite refreshing and it is even calming on the body, as I am not carrying unnecessary emotional baggage. And I have learned how to genuinely apologise when in the wrong and accept that there are alternative perspectives to how I view things. 

This is why I feel like I am in a cocoon phase; unlearning past experiences and learning better ones in order to improve myself. I believe this will not only make me a better person but also a pleasant person. Fingers crossed to making it work. :) 

Monday, 20 July 2020

Hope: A New Lease of Life

Hope,
This is what I received
As I walked out the door.
For the first time in many years
I dared to look towards the future;
To hope for better days,
and a better life.
I wasn't merely existing.
I was going to live!
Hope,
I dared to believe in the future,
Dared to believe in the wonders of life
Of the many things that are to be explored. 
Hope,
I grinned from ear to ear
As I was given a new lease of life.

Thursday, 14 May 2020

Thirty-two floors above

I realised how insignificant life could be
As I watched you walk about, 
Yes you, the one with a full-blown ego. 

You think you are important. 
Ruining other people's lives, their dreams. 
You don't care, I thought, as I watched you walk by. 

I was watching the bus, yellow, with its tiny wheels rolling. 
Ready to take you to work or wherever you want to go. 

Thirty-two floors above,  seated here near the window, 
I felt I was almost touching the heavens. 
Yes, I was near the clouds. 

I wondered what your life would become,
As you flow through life, and what you would do, away from your suit. 
But I decided not to worry, as I was thirty-two floors above. 

- Robes of a Muse

Sunday, 3 May 2020

You lingered

I didn't ask for much.
That was the bitter truth.
I gave you my time,
I gave you my love. 
I didn't ask for much,
You see.

You lingered,
You still do in a way,
That peripherial manner
You dance around 
The boxing ring.
You lingered.

I see you,
Quite frequently, at that 
And stop myself feeling,
Walking down the memory lane.
As I am a witness to your beauty. 

  - Robes of a Muse 

For the ungrateful

I cannot let this cancer grow
any longer. 
So, I must speak. 
As my spirit grows stronger.
You never cared, 
pretended to be there.
But,
You cut me behind my back.
Your blood was all a lie
Not thicker than water or wine.
You are a swine,
A canker in my mind.
Stink.
Profound! 
Spreading in the midnight air.
I dare say, I no longer care. 
I let go,
Release the bonds,
For I must find
My peace of mind. 
So, go.
Go out of my mind.
So, go.
For I mustn't let you grow.

    - Robes of a Muse

Oh privileged one!

You sit at home
feeling sorry for yourself.
A comfortable home,
with an AC, a fridge and online shopping. 
They still toil in the sun,
sweeping and cleaning,
harvesting their crop;
feeling responsible for what they do.
Others at home, unable to feed
children lay hungry, weeping daily. 
Do you still feel sorry,
Oh privileged one!
You have more,
what they have none. 

  - Robes of a Muse 

Thursday, 9 April 2020

Working from home

What day is it today?
A Monday, a Tuesday or a Friday?
I no longer feel the days go by.
The week, feeling like an eternal blur.
The weekend came and I didn't know.
The clock stopped striking

And the sun, forever glowed.
The koel coos,
Perched on the mango tree.
Leaves rustling
Ever so softly.
What day is it today?
I have lost count. 
I no longer know.
I no longer know...

  - Robes of a Muse

Monday, 30 March 2020

The Poor Family of Four

It was curfew again.
The tenth day in a row. 
Food was fast dwindling,
Savings he had naught. 
Cabbages and pumpkins,
Some rice on the shelf too.
What to eat tomorrow, 
Was on his thoughts more.
Wife and children he had to feed,
Job was no longer a hope. 
This Corona came 
and messed his world
Just as it became heavily pearled.
He looked at the starry sky
Questioned the gods above
Why are they doing this to him,
His poor family of four. 

    - Robes of a Muse 


Her Grief

It happened again.
Softly she weeped,
behind the lace curtain. 
He slowed peeped,
Shifting the curtain slightly.
Mother on the bed laid.
Curled.
She was crying again,
with grief engulfed.
Her body quivering with every sob,
Like a bus over an ill-paved road. 
She sobbed. 
This is what he remembered,
as he reminisced. 
His mother in grief. 

  - Robes of a Muse 

Wednesday, 25 March 2020

The Attack

I crumbled.
The Shangri-La had been attacked,
I heard.

I pictured us,
Seated near that window seat,
Staring into each other's eyes,
As the golden hues of the sun 
set over the Indian Ocean blues. 

A part of me broke.
No one I knew was injured.
But the memory of the location,
that table, the place, of you...
It was ominous,
Symbolised where we were.
Apart. 

I was in turmoil,
Whether to contact you. 
I cried within,
Reminiscing that evening. 
A fire went out somewhere,
With that attack on April 21st,
and little did I realise,
It was within. 

      - Robes of a Muse

Tuesday, 24 March 2020

With Love

What do you do when you miss someone? 
Do you let your thoughts wander, 
Your feelings flow
Or let your eyes speak the words
You are reluctant to speak? 

How do you come to terms
With not being close to someone?
When their presence is what you yearn for
And their warmth your hearth.

When do you come to terms
With not being around your loved one? 
Is it through distance,
Or not having a piece of their love? 

What do you do when you miss someone? 
Tell me if you have a remedy, 
For my heart bleeds with love, 
And I dare not express these feelings of enormity. 

        - Robes of a Muse