𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒍 ( දුක් ගන්නා රාළ )

I see the right words right in front of me But unable to grab them with my tongue lately Sign of old age or something more sinister I am clueless, but prefer the former. R earing kids to face the future The prime duty of a parent This does not mean giving you sleepless nights But to prepare you As I had been in the past. M y speech may no longer be coherent This does not mean the thoughts are in the same league I can still run, toggle, fast forward and rewind memories And enjoy every moment of it Despite my apparently impassive looks. I am not a prisoner stuck in an old body I am still a happy bird free to roam the world Taste the food that I once loved Read a book and enjoy watching kids play But these are now done in my mind only.

In everyone’s life, it is said that each one will get Three (03) Teachers, Three (03) Friends, Three (03) Enemies and Three (03) Lovers. Unfortunately, they all are disguised and to know which is which with certainty , one has to learn from, trust, fight and love them equally, one time or the other. At the end, you would be able to unmask all.

Life crawls to dry land Once, million years ago Was it to seek refuge or better life? What was it running away from then? War of some sort or degradation Answers we would never know. Life crawling back in to sea again Millions years later This time around We know what it is running away from The meaningless wars Humiliations and degradations. Living is going through circles And have we come to the point Where it all started Once, million years ago. King Sasanka. @ September 2015