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Showing posts with label Sakuna Gamage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sakuna Gamage. Show all posts

Monday, 3 February 2014

Kanneliya undertones



Pic by Sakuna Gamage
The wide sweep tells
of large things broad 
the pretensions of the wide-angle
history's grandeur 
carves the boundaries of the licit,
but in the underbrush of life
as drop and skein
a color slip and parasite
there's another weaving
smiling at the broad brush
and strident painter 
of tall tales and kings,
that's narrative too;
softer though
in the revelation
of lesser anxieties
the subtext of foliage
and processes 
passed over for comment.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Life-ends at death-point


Life-ends                                         
are brilliant
like flames
that burn brightest
at death-point;
life-ends
flutter in merriment
gather colors                 
in the preferences
of a child
uninhibited and unfettered
by reason or propriety;
life-ends hang
on nondescript branches
too old, too weighted,
too weary for re-flowering;
life-ends fall
one by one
they go in street-sweep
and nonchalance,
buried in the pecking-order
of our death-walks,
decked in the fast colors
of the times;
life-ends leave
leave us alone
with leafs from other books
as tattered and forlorn
but avidly read
death-ends. 

[Inspired by the photography of Sakuna Gamage, published in the FINE Section of The Nation]

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Sunday, 21 April 2013

Tug and touch of life

It’s all about haul
and overhaul,
hand over hand
hand to mouth
the sowing of risk
and drawing a sea-harvest
net-throw collectivities
and gathering solidarities
where death and grief alone
are private.

[Inspired by the photography of Sakuna Gamage and published in the FINE Section of 'The Nation', April 21, 2013]

Monday, 1 April 2013

Autumn leaf in a leafless branch lattice

Pic by Sakuna Gamage
Two-dimensional capture
of multi-layered story,
calls for third-eye reconstruction
of solitude and fall
stillness and contrast
a heart in a barren universe
an error of nature
a peculiarity that wrecks average
an eye-tease graphic
a narrative of our days
our formalities
and our ‘neverthelesses’. 

[Inspired by the photography of Sakuna Gamage]

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