There’s a pair
Of jeans
That he can’t
Bring himself
To wash
Because the jeans
Still smell
Like Sri Lanka,
The sand
And the ocean,
The blood
And the sweat
And the tears,
The beauty
Of it all.
The post-trip recovery
From Sri Lanka situation,
The jet lag situation,
Is not
What it
Once was
Because his body
Is not
What it
Once was.
Sri Lanka is
His happy place
And he
Loves Colombo,
It’s great
To be back.
Jaded holiday in Frisco ,
Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour
For a old dog tawg
Rumble a chick
Banjo medicine and black madness
Eager paws or void in of contempt
I can't roll dice at Coney island
Without a slow snow cone
Program for Rita ford
Or a lengthy draught of carpenter wood
I
At home with Shankara & Ramanuja
As with Spinoza, Kant, and Buber
Seventy years on earth, to 1950, heir
To Thought of East, West, 'Father Nature'
Fought for Independent India, from 'Raj'
Taught we must do spiritual evolution
Community and nation are a good start
But dissolve they must, peace past nationalism
Separation is overcome by One Identity
II
Sri Aurobindo could use Brahman, Lila, and Supermind as with Heraclitus' Logos, and yet see "solidarity ... and mutability" as the great future, based on individual consciousness that evolves with supramental download s
Previously happy to live in Sri Lanka,
Doing well as mover of tanker,
Even as Sri Lankan roads got busier
And traffic of the rush hours not easier…
Then, he was fatter and franker
But living far political demand;
Also, after Riches did he hanker
But more after a chance to command…
So, he had to bounce back to Nigeria
But in her politics at the rear:
Always colliding with hateful ridicule,
A bit invisible like molecule!
He needed not have left Sri Lanka
Where joy had been a sure banker…
It’s been a Joyless Lip-Biting Ben
Often recreating Sri Lanka of then.
Sri Lankan Elephants are listed as, endangered
and are the largest and darkest, of the Asian elephants
Herds have nursing units, with lactating females and young
and they have juvenile units, containing females and juveniles
Sri Lankan Elephants, are been pushed into smaller areas
because of deforestation, that disturbs their migrating routes
Human-elephant conflicts, results in human and elephant deaths
because the humans need of greed, is only for human grassroots
The World machinery is stopped
To restart waiting for a long gap
Where to start where to go on map?
This poem comes from Lankans hill top
Adam came from Heaven,World to start up
There is my cultural contemplation
There is pen spreading concentration
Civilization there is enthralling
Realistic thought there is guiding
I am human there though I die
Whole nature there is divine dye
There was powerful pen and literature
Krishna Flute there now playing for lover
There I am thy soul
Where pen finds goal
09.05.2020 Chattogram
***Homage on the 59th birth anniversary of Nobel Poet Laureate Sri Rabindranath Tagore***
Catholic churches were attacked in Sri Lanka
Many of our brothers and sisters were massacred
By
Fanaticism and ignorance
In
The name of their God
But
When would we understand that there is only one God,
And that is the God of love,
That we all are his children,
All embraced by Him the same,
None being loved less than the other,
None being put higher or lower than the other?
Those who committed this abominable crime,
Thinking they will be rewarded with a place in paradise,
They soon will find out that their miserable souls
Will be condemned to eternal damnation
For committing:
Patricide,
Matricide and
Fratricide!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 April 2019
* CNN: Sri Lanka blasts. At least 327 dead and more than 500 injured
in multiple church and hotel explosions.
R.I.P. our beloved parents, children, brothers and sisters.
I love my country Sri Lanka.......
On top of the mountain, God sits on Adam's peak
Throwing his heavenly blessings to our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the Garden of Eden.
When our mountains are covered with beautiful flora
When the fauna walk freely in our jungles
When our valleys are flowing with water from heaven
When our ocean is picturesque blue
When the nature hugs our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the paradise on earth
When our people show their love and faith
When our people are gentle and kind
Blessed our country known to the
world for her hospitality.
Surrounded by all of these blessings
God wants us to love one another
and live happily together surrounded by faith and trust.
Let us obey his words and build our country
as a beautiful Sri Lanka
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2018 - Ravi Sathasivam
Sri Rama naama Bhajanam,
Mruthyu Bhaya haranam,
Bala Pradhaana Kaaranam,
Saranam swaami saranam.
O swaami brahmanda roopam,
O swaami sooryagni tejam,
O swaami aananda kaaranam,
Harinchu na sarva paapam.
O swaami vaikunta vaasa,
swami, jagadaanandakaaraka,
Nityamu nenu nee dasa,
nee divya darsanamu na asa.
I love my country Sri Lanka.......
On top of the mountain, God sits on Adam's peak
Throwing his heavenly blessings to our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the Garden of Eden.
When our mountains are covered with beautiful flora
When the fauna walk freely in our jungles
When our valleys are flowing with water from heaven
When our ocean is picturesque blue
When the nature hugs our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the paradise on earth
When our people show their love and faith
When our people are gentle and kind
Blessed our country known to the
world for her hospitalities.
Surrounded by all of these blessings
God wants us to love one another
and live happily together surrounded by faith and trust.
Let us obey his words and build our country
as a beautiful Sri Lanka
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Sri Krishna Jananam
It was a dreadful night of tears
amidst He came as a child
in a desolate prison
with a promise to protect the good
and demolish the evil
Devaki’s sacred womb
Carried this invaluable gem,
The doors of the prison stood wide open
A divine light was there to guide
Vasudev, the frightened father,
To carry him across a rising river
Lord, over ages you have ferried countless
across the river of life, and lo!
the lean Vasudev carried you across Yamuna!
What a devotion…
A new sun, the Lord, rose in Gokulam
to fill the waiting hands of Yashoda,
A celebration of rare motherhood,
Not hitherto heard of before…
Yasodha, the divine mother, clasped Him
She clasped Him with tears, tears of joy
that was held up in her eyes for countless lives!
Krishna cried too to inform His arrival
The whole world has been blessed…
It’s now crystal clear… I need not be told
I am falling for a Sri Lankan sweet pea. I can’t hold
My feelings… she’s a darling dame, a beauty to behold
She’s got a guy, but to me she’s more than gains and gold
How I wish I could live forever in her singing sky,
Her rhymes and rhapsodies ring… giving me wings to fly
I have promised my self that I will not love for now… it turned a lie
My heart is hot for a buddy I have not seen… I need an eagle’s eye
I have never seen, held or used a Sri Lankan rupee
But I am dying for this colorful… cute Asian sweet pea
I’m caged in thy colorful cell oh Crystal… you’ve got the key
Give me thy love, life and all; please do this to set me free
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