Inconsequential Things

Keep your eyes peeled,

To inconsequential things;

A leaf caught up in an awkward gust of wind,

Tumbling and turning, mid-air, on a wet & cold day-

Like an acrobat pushing himself to extreme to impress judges, on the olympic stage-

To collide (for a fraction of a second) with the age-old face of  a driver of a horse-drawn cart,

Causing him to momentarily veer his horses right-of-centre from his chosen path-

A violent collision ensues like a roll of thunder that shudders you in your skin

With a four-wheel drive that would have otherwise sped by (had the old man held back a millisecond more)-

A driver lost in his own thoughts, struggling to see in a sudden uncharacteristic tropical downpour- 

The impact forced the driver’s vehicle to ricochet and come to a jack-knifed halt nearby (leaving him unconscious on his inflated front-wheel air bag),

Breaking two of the nearest horses legs, and causing the cart to fall onto its side into a ditch by the side of the road;

While one horse lay dying in the ditch, the other was already dead & still crushed beneath the weight of the first, 

Like his horses, the driver was not too long for this world it seemed:

The force of the collision had flung him a distance and some, where he lay paraplegically-still for either help or his time to come,

His reflections were fragmented, his face & body soaked through by the rain, 

With a pool of blood gradually forming beneath him turning the grass & sitting water a muddy-red,

He could still make out the screams of one of the two horses that were his pride & joy,

Such magnificent creatures he had raised from foals to mare

Tears brim and mingle with the rain;

A life begun as a farm-had, he wedded his first true love,

Together, they were blessed with four good sons & a girl,

And spent many good years together, during which she brought him much luck,

He bought a farm of his own and earned coin to hire many farm-hands of his own,

Ah, she was a sweet lass, he remembered…

For, three winters ago, she fell ill and passed away in his arms- if he was not mistaken, with a smile framing a still beautiful face in peaceful content, like when they were young,

O’ God, you giveth and then taketh away!

Leaving in its wake such bittersweet melancholy,

With those words, this old man did close his eyes to life’s glory & troubles for the final time-

For the driver of the four wheel drive had regained consciousness during the old man’s reverie-

And realising what he had done,

He (rather than call for or seek, help) chose to drive away

Condemned to his end, the old man’s body lay dead not too far from those of his horses, 

If you would look closer at his face: a hint of a contended smile (like that of his predeceased wife) framed his otherwise age-weathered face,

Still – a most unexpected & undignified end to a hard-fought, honourable, life-

Giving answer to the question that: there is no inconsequential things but just the random menagerie of life.


There, she stood resplendent in ivory pearls,

High heels and shimmering silks, framing a beautiful face with luscious curls

Nestling a smile so divine (I’m sure) it can turn even ancient stone pillars to chime-

I thought:  my God, this *is* a beautiful world; have I been deaf, dumb & blind for all this time!

When you walked up to me and whispered a simple ‘do tell sir, have I dressed to please?’,

My heart involuntarily skipped a beat beginning all of a sudden  to bloom n sing- like a flower bud at the arrival of spring; giving voice to never before heard vocal strings,

A song so captivating, it threatened to bring my heart to the brink,

Echoing this never-before-heard song, through long abandoned chambers of my erstwhile absent heart ,

Through all of this bliss, I managed to reply: ‘M’lady, though art as beautiful… as beauty can be’

A searching look, an inquisitive-sarcastic  smile (as her fingers intertwined with mine),

Then, a more hesitant look and she squeezed my hand tight whilst saying, ‘My Lord, these manacles, once clasped, have been forged not to release nor give way’

‘M’lady, let them keep hold for all time for I am your prisoner-‘ and as I returned the hold, gently swinging her hands (still held tightly in mine) around the small of her back, in an embrace, bringing her closer to me with a mischevous smile, I concluded: ‘- and you are MINE!’

A melodious laugh, an embrace returned with a kiss, may be two; now let us leave this couple to their privacy; for life is full of ups and downs but this moment of truth is deserving of privacy of just two.


I am an artist at heart

If I could, I would paint you with stars,

Use a shawl made of midnight clouds to cover your modesty

The moon as a light to accentuate your beauty

I would reach around the earth, and steal the sun from the daylight sky

And place it within your portrait, to represent your heart,

To cover you with iridescent  glow! Like you are, in life!

A portrait to cover the sky,

At night, yes!

As,  I’d rather not everyone see your true beauty-

Because, you are mine!

Dinoris Bandara: Welcome to EngaLAND!

They call me ‘Banda’ and I come from the island of Sri Lanka!

I eat salted, devilled fish the locals call ‘karawalla’,

It smells like a dead, decomposing motha fucka!

But it’s tasty like your salted bacon, yet better!

So, come round & be like a cannibal tribe…

Devouring each other, left salted & smelling foul like (sum of ’em) were in life!

We elect our victim by a vote of majority,

‘Cause we wanna get our seat in the UN General Assembly,

And spread our own version of democracy!

So, let’s get together and eat some foul smelling tasty grub!

And, I promise you, if I’m elected, I won’t let you down!