කවි හිනා ඉඩෝරය

කවි පොලොව ඉරි තලා 

ඉඩොරේක හැඩ අරන් 

හිත කැඩී වෑස්සුනු 

දුක් ගඟුල් නැති කමින්

සන්තුෂ්ටියේ රශ්මි 

ධාරාව උනුහුමින්

හිත් නිම්නයම වෙලා 

එකළු කර ඇත පෙමින්

සොයන්නෙමි කළඹවා 

සිවු දිගම එක සැනෙන්

හමුවේද නොදනිම් 

කිසිදාක කොතනින් 

දුකක් මිස කවිකමට

රුකුල් දෙන හිනාවන්

-උත්තරාදේවි-

The Dreaming Man

A man sleeps in a coffin,

a seeming bed of satin

lost deep in dreaming

of living after earning

a living:

Buried under a pile

of dust, dirt, and soil

of mundane mandatory toil

in disdain and turmoil;

Dreaming still, of feeding

the hungry mouths of seedlings

trampling the low, and kneeling

before the mighty in preaching;

Dreaming along, of a life

after work, worries, and strife

growing old with the wife

in a quiet mountain sight.

Dreams longing for the days

when   his   grandchildren   play

in the backyard by his grave

where he sleeps today.

Uththara

(Water) Word-Cycle

Words pour like rain

when in utterly miserable pain

Tumultuous torrents

Flooding from a heart

throbbing with an aching

with nothing and nothing to gain

but the utterly miserable pain...

It never rains forever...

Fountains of poetry

under mountains of sorrow

after the rain, still remain

lingering on, to be borrowed

in happier times, of blue and yellow.

It's never all sunshine forever...

Inhaled by the rays of the sun,

the fountain water gathers in the sky

to make another grey cloud

another rainbow

another rain of pain

Another cycle's done

Yet another one begins...

and there goes life,

humming, strumming, and LIVING.

-Uththara-

Artwork: http://artrussia.ru/en/oleg_leonov/picture/1556

To a Growing Young Sapling

A young sapling…

With so much passion

So much energy

Patiently vining its way

through the dark, passionate labyrinths of life.

Impatient, at times,

To touch,

To taste,

To feel…

That's what you were, then.

When I first beheld those eyes

They were refreshingly fresh,

constantly curious…

Trying to capture each moment in life;

Yet, as a rare combination of perfect colors,

They had the depth of a pundit

right by the side of that playful, sensuousness...

Now Grown…

Grown to be the masterpiece

of a young talented artist…

Grown to be the cruel hybrid

of a Darcy and a Dorian...

Grown.. To be owned

by a contemporary queen.

Regardless…,

I will be the beholder

Of your life's painting.

I will be the oldest reader

Of the long novel of your life...

Cz I am a patient gamer,

I am a curious reader

till my mature eyes rest.

-Uththara-

Artwork: https://www.viazymonline.com/blank-cards-c-21_22_30_34/green-man-5x7-blank-greeting-card-fine-art-print-pagan-mythology-cernunnos-oak-king-forest-goddess-art-p-50839.htm

Edge of the night

Whisper of Love by Francisco Ceron

Come...

Fill the chalice of my ears
with the divine wine
of your voice,
before the day
that felt like years
end with a note
of silent noise.

-Uththara-

Small Talk

How have you been?

Where have you been?

Are you lost yet?

How much have you given?

How much you have gathered?

How much more you want to pile up?

How many piles you already have?

Haven't they come to look like a skyline

of a richly polluted modern city?

Haven't you always loved those open rural fields?

Aren't these piles blocking your view? Your perspective? 

Does your branded pair of glasses work?

Haven't these giant monuments made your chamber of life

a little too cluttered?

A little too dark, damp, and dusty?

What are you trying to fill?

How big is that void? 

Maybe you have forgotten

the one perfect place to look...

Begin with you, within yourself.

Reach within, peep within, deep within you.

Give a break to all

that you wanted from outside.

Search within,

Now that 'without' has gotten you here,

after that long, exhausting marathon,

Now that it has made you this breathless...

Don't give up. But maybe, 

maybe it's not about running.

Maybe it's when you stop and take a long breath

that you find how big your heart is

Maybe it's when you exhale that breath

you begin to see the mist cleared,

the piles, fallen to the ground,

clearing, broadening your view;

A paradigm shift

from "Things matter."

to "Nothing matters."

Open your eyes, to look within.

The treasures you yearn for

are buried deep in your soil.

Dig deep, exhume your soul

Once buried alive.

It wouldn't be this hard to find you then,

that light will guide me

right to you.

-Uththara-

Artwork: Michael Oswald https://www.bymichaelo.com/gallery2?lightbox=dataItem-jp9ay4qz

Ripples of Life: A duet

Where did the ripples start?
Deeper in the heart
then poured into art
drop by drop
to an endless babbling brook
as it heavenly, hellishly shook
the heavens and the earth,
every corner, every nook;
yet still we are here
dangling in the pouring rain
with our feet still wet
and our hearts still warm,
our eyes fixed on a distant dawn
neither here, nor there we roam
till the ending of chapter unknown
till the tingling light of the sun
from far mountains dawns.


-Uththara-