That cycle ride.

“Ride as much or as little, as long or as short as you feel. But ride.”

                                                                                                       –Eddy Merckx

The long endeavor journey is when we let ourselves free from the past and just live in the moment. And that is what I learned from my last summer vacation at the countryside. We all have our fears that stop us from enjoying the moment but how to beat all odds and how to choose to be happy is our choice. After a long time juggling between works, the urge to travel kicked off and the contentious energy still has a part in my soul.

On that beautiful scenic day, I stopped by the bridge to watch the water run. It contemplated me to look beyond my existence. Everything that falls apart ultimately comes back to us nevertheless, and a similar thing was with the green shades of the trees. Summers are the best times for the trees to look at their best. They are symbolized as abundance, strength and wisdom. The nurture we get from them is at par. That is why we should never underestimate the existence of anyone who stays still in our rough times. The greenish color reflection falling on the lake was appealing to my eyes. It was so soothing that I could have spent most of my day watching it. Nobody owns the nature but, it’s the gift it preserves for us and surprises us every time we look deep within. It is like a Great Perhaps!

After cycling in the scorching heat, I felt at peace under the trees’ shadow. The cycling has its importance. Not only it gives you freedom but, also helps you walk on the optimistic path. The pace of life is many textbooks is a metaphor of the wheel of the cycle. The more you pedal, the more you get to see things ahead of you. When I rode the cycle, it felt like the fears and worries are set free, and the best thing was the perspective. The music on Soundcloud had less depth than the chirping sound of birds. The enthusiasm to nod my head and feel the air was unexplainable. The spirit to go ahead and discover a new world, new innings is what I look forward.

There is so much for me to acknowledge not only in this trip but, in the life too. That beautiful day is still fresh in my memory. The mistakes we do should be corrected, and the lesson we learn from them has an impact on our lives. Like the tree which is forgotten after the summer season is a mistake. Like the lake which no longer reflects after summer is a mistake. Like not riding the cycle in fear of falling is a mistake. Sometimes it will be worth it if we start to look beyond our existence. Like I did!


Gone Love

The cold winds have left her

new blonde hair witness

the drift in the heart

is more than the furled dress.

The trepidation of losing the

illusion that she resisted

for a long while

was no longer a clandestine.

At last, when she decided to

throw the caution to the wind

and whispered it

with her hair in the air,

she longed to not be left in chagrin.

Alas! The love was deaf to her words

and was out of her hair

in the moment she waved.



Today, I saw a change, with the sun piercing our skin,

and the light rain falling, you refrained from complaining.

I’m sorry, don’t let it go.

I hope there is a hope.

With words that they said , disturbing your peace of mind.

I should have heard long time back when I saw.

I’m sorry, don’t let it go.

I hope there is a hope.

I try my best to give the best of the days you had.

One year, one dime and perfect time is all we need.

I’m sorry, don’t let it go.

I hope there is a hope.

I lay on your laps and hug your belly.

I regret for what I have done but I want this for all life.

I know you won’t let it go.

There is always a hope.







The dilemma to be stable is never-ending.

But, the pivot never allows.

Some of the days are high and others are low.

When the ends are in the air,

the weigh of facing the disappointment

catches me down.

Why is this not reversible?

Even after being on the land, I don’t belong here.

Attaining balance has never been a goal,

but an unfulfilled dream.

And despite of over-thinking on stopping the clink,

I have never fixed the pivot, probably I never will.

But, the courage to lift the possibilities

and maintaining fulcrum is now part and parcel of life,

which shall not be ignored.



There is a world exists amongst all of us,

the palette full of color

with shades of memories that outshine us.

The hoots that actuate the neurons to

enact back the act.

Adrenaline rush to live everything at once,

and never stopping like the chimes.

The propensity of the soul to accept

everything yet nothing.

The world full of dreams with zephyr

arousing our mind to implore the best

That exists nowhere but within us.



The pace of time is at par,

winds blowing through the hair

smoothed the wrinkled skin.

The leaves falling off the

branches counts on the years

spent without you.

Some yellow, some red and

some as dark as black.

But, green has its own touch.

Like, the chlorophyll we also took

a break for seasons.

With no regrets and complaints

we live our lives,

like the camel with scars at night.

Hoping that the season

will be back for us.636091354423463573-585198885_fall2

Shadows Of Time

“A Black July witnessed in Sri Lanka

  caused death of people.”

the dreams of a mother turned bituminous

her to-be-born child had gags.

The atrocities had encircled them

they had seen all,

Her favorite saris were flambéed

suttee made her sulk.

Period. Now came her day.

Women were in her emergency

but the happiness was at it’s bay

She had lost her life.

Kid survived, god destined

“Who will be his guardian??”


He was left in the verandha.

His bleary eyes cried his mother.

A drunkard took him,

by profession a smuggler

kid’s destiny treaded.


Smuggler gave him “tree of life”.

Kept him away from his life

to enjoy chauvinist status of Sinhalas.

Kid did schooling

all was a wile!

Sooner and later,

He was walking in steps of his “mother”,

he joined Sri Lanka Armed Forces.

After years, smuggler

and Perivalan were face-to-face,

“Ayubuvan, Perivalan”

“Tatta” Perivalan was astonished.

World was upside down for them.

War between LTTE and the Army

was at its end.

Both were dressed in their respective khaki.

Everything became an illusion for them,

Eyes filled, hands on guns and their last words

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” and gun was shot.