A brief walk through the brief

For those who are unfamiliar with my island nation Sri Lanka, we are geographically situated in the Indian ocean just a bit below India. And no, we are not part of India (Indian friends please don’t take any offense), we are a nation of our own with rich heritage and vibrant culture, predominantly with Buddhists and minorities of Hindus, Catholics, Christians and Islamist.

This poem is dedicated to Bevis Bawa and his garden the brief

Here we were on a typical family holiday with family
In Bentota the coastal sun kissed Southern Sri Lanka
I was bored of resting which is normal and usual

“Hey lets go see some places around us would you be keen?”
I threw a question at my poor husband who was resting
“Yes sure, you decide and let me know while I close my eyes” he said

Thank you googlemaps what will we do without you
I saw something that caught my eye called “The Brief”
Curiosity killed the cat they say but not for me
Investigating for online reviews I got all thrilled

So it was a drive for less than an hour by car
Lo and behold! we reached the narrow road not far
A winding driveway with fields of Rubber afar

The little path leading to the entry point was smashing
With all these tall palm trees on either side swaying
The lush varieties of greens so warmly rewarding

A man stood by the doorway with the tickets we needed
Not through the door which he came out but gate he pleaded
It was indeed another world when once the gate was opened

Trees of all kinds of colour,foilage and blossoms
A tropical jungle with a narrow winding path going places
My eyes were serenading at its beauty with glances
“Jungle Book” I remembered from reviews online

The smells of all kinds of leaves and flowers
A jungle with trees so tall, no sun at times
We felt like little children let loose
Discovering and wandering all sorts of pathways

There are little secret pathways to wander off
Choose to leave the main path you’ll miss thereof
The strange surprise that awaits for you whereof
A beautifully landscaped garden hereof

The distant hills and plantations from the front
A majestic house sits on the highest in the back
Sway around and let the panoramic view embrace you
To me twas a tiered green cake with an icing house on top

Take a brief walk through the brief
Built by Bevis Bawa the man himself
A walk through the house you will discover
Why the “The Brief” was called the ” The Brief”

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Photographs by : RosheY Fotografie

Advertisements

Bird’s-eye View

 

Hey you creatures! we were there before you

And look at you now just ruling in rage over us

Less clean water, barely a good catch for us

no thanks humans! a pollutant I call you

 

My view is fine from right where I am

Gathering some Intel with a bird’s-eye view

Little do they know we are watching them

Chief Intelligence Officer, that’s who I am

 

Mental notes I make of all your vices

Draw them up in boardroom we gather

Earth will not be destroyed of your vices

We will retaliate against you together

 

 

Music of the Night

The sun just kissed the ocean saying “goodnight!”
It’s the end of another day

Darkness as we know it invades the earth again
It’s the beginning of another night

Flowers have faded; birds are nestling.
The moon and stars take their place for all of earth to see.

Suddenly everything becomes calm and serene
The dancing waves crash quietly against the sleepy rocks.

Busy streets are going to rest with hopes of another day
The night -owls heads on to the streets; they’ve been waiting all day

Can you hear someone calling out your name?
“Come, my sweet darling, draw closer to me”
Your voice makes my soul take wings
Music of the night – come stay with me

Men are like Trees

Men are like trees says the living word

Some trees blossom and some bear fruit

Others they just stand in your way waiting

To make you stumble on your life’s way

 

They seem to know your levels of faith

If not no mustard seed would be spoken of

What’s faith got to do.. got to do with this?

That kinda faith is enough to uproot them trees

 

You ought to believe me not because I say so

But the living word says “Men are like trees”

Son of Timaeus, Bartimaeus once said

When healed of his blindness by The One himself

His first sight of men was as that of trees

Surely,  Men are like trees, it is true after-all

 

 

Aerials

An extra terrestrial wandering my journey here on earth

Something from above to be so entwined with  things above

Life from above always a better view than from the ground

Looking up above day or night into the starry blue skies

I feel at home yeah! though home is far away from me

 

This earth in all its beauty and magnificence I adore

May only be seen and adored from right up there

Distant sounds and miniature beings moving about

What a sight! such a  delight a rush of blood to my eyes

 

Oh give me a home hundred something up in the skies

Where once in a while a cloud or two just breezes by

I’d have a pelican or two  fly by me and say hello

All things aerial one step closer to my celestial dreams

High up in the skies and beyond in places I dream to live

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine Fall

Photo by Vali S. from Pexels

 

So whats with me and fall, I’ll tell you why

I aint livin in a country where we have fall

In fact we don’t even have four seasons

Just the monsoons, dry and wet weather

 

I’ve read too many books that describes fall

The colors that is what got me thinking imagine fall

Oh! the photographs of all sorts on google and all

Just would not let me stop thinking about fall

 

I long to be in a land where there is fall

To see the colors in all its splendor and all

I do not know what to expect at real fall

But I know it will be a blast than to imagine fall

Soul Vs Spirit

It will always be a struggle for people like us here in this world

Just passing by in this transit point like some alien of the universe

My soul says “It is enough, No more of this.. just end it now. Give up!”

My Spirit says ” You are more than that, Trust me when I say that,

You’ve got more in you and you must persevere!”

I believe in the Spirit but I need my Soul to be intact

Soul and Spirit they war every moment of our lives

In our waking and in our sleeping there is no rest for Soul Vs Spirit

 

Songs in a Poem -1

Dancing in the moonlight to your Bitter Sweet symphony it Takes my breath away

It must have been love but I was hanging by a moment thinking of the Shape of my heart

I was Waiting for a star to fall in those Electric dreams with your Hungry eyes

Boys of Summer Don’t dream it’s over Wrapped in Brilliant Disguise

Time after time I’ve been Dreaming of you tonight singing Take me home tonight

Sweet child of mine Your body is a wonderland – Paradise

But you’ve kept me Free fallin saying Nothing’s gonna stop us now

Wherever you will go I’ll be the one Mr. Brightside Take on me

Always on my mind Jump Scream With or Without you Angels

Dancing on the ceiling with November Rain aint it Joy ride

Where the stars go blue When you say nothing at all Say my name

I wanna wake up with you with Drops of Jupiter and Careless Whispers

Say you say me Just the two of us All night long Jammin Always

Don’t stop believing in Livin on a prayer we can Rule the World

Do that to me one more time Sail Away to Funky town Please don’t go

Please forgive me Like a virgin Lady Pour some sugar on me

Love is a battlefield Wake me up before you go Man on motion

How will I know All my Life that We didn’t start the fire – Don’t speak

Black or White Wonder wall You need to know I can’t stop this feeling anymore

Staying Alive I will survive Superstition Billie Jean Just like heaven

Save a prayer when I need you Jess You can’t touch this Bette Davis eyes

Every rose has it’s thorn Michelle, I shot the sheriff 99 Red balloons

Don’t you want me Born in the U.S.A Owner of a lonely heart

The Instant of everything

Thank you technology for making it possible, making it all instant

Everything is needed, provided and indulged in the instant

Work or play, even in the rest everything is indeed instant

Instant sleep, meetings, meals, deadlines, workouts and all sorts

The instant of everything

 

Blink of an eye, in a heart beat, flashest of the flashests

You see it, you want it, you’ve got it alright

Where oh! where arethe days of the not so instant

Timeless moments with no care in the world

Oh! how I miss the non-instant days of life

The not- so- instant of everything

 

Missing myself

I didn’t know what I was going to miss when I desired of getting back into the Corporate lifestyle with a desk job. Its been a little over a year and I cannot help but think to myself of the things I miss doing the most away from this all.

I miss watching flowers bloom, the dust in my fingers, planting something or the other. Photographing insects on plants, bugs and snails and other slimy things on plants. Butterflies and caterpillars on the citrus trees. I miss inspecting their ways and keeping myself fascinated.

I miss find my corners in all sorts of places to just indulge in a good read. An actual book that has pages to flip and bookmarks to include. I do miss that.

I miss experimenting ingredients and trying to make a dish I’ve tasted in Turkey or in England. Baking cakes and little things the way I like it. The sweetness to my taste and not as per the recipe.

I miss spending time learning to play a new song on the piano or the guitar. Some new tune in my head on to my fingers and then record it so I won’t forget them.

I miss writing sweet notes of surprises to the one I love and leaving them only to be found by him alone. And then enjoying the innocence in his smile when he finds them.

I miss my little time and space with my handwork. My little DIY projects sometimes gets messy but I do miss them.

I miss travelling places, meeting people, eating and drinking and treating my taste buds. I miss not being able to travel like before. Its what they say. When you have time you don’t have money and when you have money you don’t have time.

How I wish and pray for the life I once knew; full of laughter life and love!  My true identity of being who I am –  I miss myself.

 

Boredom and things

I know not what boredom could do to a soul

Whose desire is to be everything it is not

Day dreaming would be a good choice

Only if food to the plate was bought

Why some people are the way the are

Why some kids ask the questions they do

Why and how things could be a tad different

My brain feels jaded with same ol’ things

Wherever are the surprises, I miss them much

When your stuck to a desk for nine a day

There’s not much excitement for imagination

It is after-all the choice you made

To be where you are with what you do

But some choices are not yours to decide

It’s the compelling power of a higher source

 

 

 

In my world

photo by : @rosheyfotografie

 

In my world all things I wish for would be true

No poverty, homeless people on the streets

I’d not know what plastic or synthetic materiel

Every child will be well fed loved and educated

The skies will turn into all kinds of hues of colors

The oceans will have much more living in them

The trees and grass will have more colors than green

And there’d be apples of blue white and purple

There won’t be time and space for sadness and tears

Only laughter and joy resounding in the streets

People will love and not know hate

No racism nor division and pride

The young will respect the older

And the older will respect the young

I’d have a pelican as my pet and fly about

I’d have all kinds of seasons more than the four

Yes, this is how it will be in my world

 

On a day like today

On a day like today I’d climb a tree as tall as can be

Walk through an orchard and pick something to munch

Just walk on the beach for hours and hours sun or rain

Lay floating on a bed of water; pool or lake or sea

 

Its on a day like today that I’d like to be free and lazy

On a day like today i’d like to bake a something nice

Go out to the garden and plant something pretty

 

Just find a perfect corner somewhere and read

Pick some pencils and paper and draw my mind off

Its on a day like this that I’d really want to be out there!

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: