සැඳෑ සමයේ සිහින​

ළපටි අඹ පතක් සේ හිත වැරෙන් සැලෙනවා

 හූල්ලන හඬ නුඹේ ඉවට මෙන් දැනෙනවා

සිඟිති පුතු සමඟ නුඹ මඟ එතැයි හිතනවා

මටත් රහසින් මගේ නෙත පෙරට දුවනවා

නුඹ හොවා නළවාපු දෑතෙ හිරි ඇරෙනවා

පුංචි මුණුබුරා දෝතේ ඇතයි හැඟෙනවා

මගෙ උකුළ මත නිදන පුතුගෙ රුව මැවෙනවා

නුඹට කී කවි කතා හිතින් පෙළගැහෙනවා

පාට දේදුනු ඉරා සිළිටි ගත  සරසාපු

වන මලින් ගෙතූ දම් යහන​ මත ගවසාපු

මැදින් හඳ වගේ නුඹ​ ගිරි හිසින්  පායාපු  

ඉඳින් දොරකඩ මුවග  හිනා මල් අතුරාපු

මල්ලිකා එම් බණ්ඩාර

21. 01. 2020

The Little Rose

Mallika M Bandara

(19.06.2007)

How precious was it to waiting for that day?

How wonderful that is to think again and again!

How am I rich and worthy to be honored?

At the moment I see your face

I hold you on my arms like a diadem

Like a garland of pink rose buds–

I felt that I’ve been enthroned!

When, I went through the dusty desert

Fighting with the winds

That were blowing against my way

Struggling to run away from the eminent fate

Cannot measure cannot estimate

The pain and the tiredness

But I was running

How I’ve defeated by my opponents

I tried every fall to get up

and stand up on my foot

that‘s for your sake.

I forgave and forgot my enemies’for your sake.

Though it is so hard, so harsh

though I’ve made-up my mind

 to live and to smile ‘cos for your sake

How can I cry at the tenderness of your eyes?

How can I be rude, merciless before your lovely face?

I couldn’t see the disparity between heaven and hell

You are my only one hope and crowned will

You’ve been my strong shield.

You’ve been my little star.

Way through the darken valley of death,

You are the only brighter shining hope

I’ve anchored your precious smile

To never die myself and to never leave you

When I’m crying, when I’m sighing,

sobbing for peace of heart

You’ve been my comfor,

Like a stronghold

You are the leading star and my little angel.

You led me to a wonderland.

Only you, yes, my little son,

Only you who reasoned my pain.

When you wiped away my tears

Your little fingers were softer and cooler

 than anything in this world.

Your tender cheek touched,

not only my cheek and also,

the inner depth of my heart and my soul. 

(celebration of the birthday of my eldest son - 2007).

මිහිකත උරණවී​

ලැව්ගිනි ඇවිල ගව් සිය ගව් වටේයා
මැව් දුම් වළලු ඇවිදින් වට පිටේයා
අව්වැලි මකා යන එන මඟ තොටේයා
තව්වක් නැතුව හෙව්වා  අප රටේයා

සුවහස් සතා සීපාවුන් දෙරණ  හොවා
තණපත් වන වදුළු තුරු හිස් එකට දවා
මිහිකත උරණවී​ ගිනිසිළු දසත​  ලවා
පරලව හිඳී  නෑරම නෙතු සඟල පවා

උස් මිටි බේද වත් පොහොසත්කම් දරනා
විස්මිත ලොවේ නෙක නව පෙලහර  කරනා
හිත්පිත් නැතුව  මහ පොළොවට විනකටිනා
ඇස් ඇර බලමු මිනිසුනි වැරැදුනෙ කොතනා

නිමැවුම්කරුට නිමවිය හැකිවා සේම
වැරැදුන තැනත් නිවැරැදි වියයුතු වේම
දසවධ දිදී වැනසූ මිහිකත කෝම
ඉවසන්නට ඇද්ද අපි කළ හැමදේම​

මායිම් වැටට බිම් අඟලට පොර කෑව​
යුද​ ගිනි මවා මිනිසත්කම  වල ලෑව​
දෙවනත් කළෙන් මිහි මඬළෙහි සිරියාව
මේ හැම විපතටම මුල වෙයි මිනිසාම

මල්ලිකා එම් බණ්ඩාර
6. 01. 2020

Thorny Feelings!

The Nothriedam Cathedral has been caught by the fire; people all over the world find comfort when they heard the survival of the crown of Jesus has recovered by the fire.

According to the Bible the crucifixion of Jesus has recorded in the book of Mathew 27:27 - 28, the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around him. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him and then “twisted together a crown of thorns and set it in his head.”

It has recorded in the book of Mark 15; 17-18  as – “They put a purple robe on him, “then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on him”.

The crown made out of prickly plant (the Greek word means simply “briers”  which have usually woody and thorn or prickly stem, there are many in Palestine).  The crown has made out of a twisted prickly plant for a purpose of mocking.

In the middle of such chaotic situation and uproar the crowd would not be able to make a wooden or iron or gold crown for a criminal who was condemned to death. Possibly, the crown that placed in the Notriedam Cathedral might be a gold or a kind metal crown painted with gold to symbolise the 'thorny crown". 

One of the Indian spiritual leaders Bhagawan Shri  Rajneesh, also called OSHO or Acharya Rajneesh,who preached an extensive doctrine of Eastern mysticism, individual devotion, and sexual freedom,states that the religion is just a symbol. 
Christ is the content, Christianity is just a word, Buddha is the content, the Dhammapada is a word, Krishna is the content, and the Geeta is nothing but a trap. If you talk about Christ it is because of the churches, the theology, the Bible, the words. 

But for human beings the container becomes much important, the vehicle becomes much too important, the body becomes much too important. And then you are blind. The vehicle was just to give you the message, receive the message and forget the vehicle. The messenger was just to give you the message, receive the message and forget the messenger. Thank him and don’t carry him in your head.

People carry the net for many lives without realizing that it is just a net, a trap, as of one goes on carrying a latter.

Religion insists to believe their concepts and symbols. Devotees believe the word of religious leaders as the reality. Repetition of words encourages believing the unbelievable things which has come from the institutional religious structure. Every human being is roaming between life and death because of the concept of death is the scariest entity that cannot be understood. They believe and practice the rituals of religion to get rid of the fear of death. Largely, faith language and religious symbols plays a significance role in the heart of the believers than the message of the messenger. Therefore, they are unable to perceive the real meaning of the state of “salvation” or “nirvana”.

Mallika M Bandara

     01  01. 2020