Popsy with glitters.

To take us to the unexplored world And even beyond to the moon To wander with Adam and Eve, In the garden of Eden To witness the Genies working for Soloman To voyage with the Vikings To see the slaves building the pyramids To mourn the love buried in the great wall To courtesy the queens of those days To meet the handsome, Victorian, English men To praise the valour of the knights To be enchanted with the love of Mughals To pluck tea in colonial Ceylon To imagine as star crossed lovers To learn perfect beauty, love and truth To fall in love with Rumis' verses To listen to the haiku of Geisha girls To admire the beautiful English Roses from the  Austens' To get lost in islands with the Robinsons And to have a tea party with the mad hatter  To swim with the dolphins To see the beauty of corals and under water wonders To cross the deserts on a camel hump To live in the amazing Amazon To get a birds' eye view from mount Everest To taste the cuisines of distant lands To have a s...

  Before you judge me, walk in my shoes. I have walked miles and miles, for several years. In the roads with stones and thorns, Until my shoes are worn out. The coarse ground beneath, Bruises my feet. With every step forward they bleed. The bloody foot prints, will show you the road I have travelled.  But still I continue to walk, In hope of finding the light. Try, if you can keep a pace forward, In my shoes, before judging me.

This is the land of my ancestors. This is the land nourished their life. This is the land I was born. This is the land I crawled as a baby. I was created from this soil, underneath my feet. This soil nourishes me. This air, the breath of my ancestors Is my breath too. The river that flows through our village Quenched the thirst of our ancestors, And quenches mine too. The green trees are my ancestors. Planted on their graves, And nourished by their body.  I feel the presence of them, even centuries after they are gone. When I want a hug, I hug a tree. When I want to share a secret, I talk to a tree in a low voice. When I'm dead I shall be buried in my land, In the land of my ancestors and descendants.  My body shall fertilise my land. I shall grow into a lush, green tree. I shall wait for the hugs from little ones, And little secrets in hushed voices. PS- This piece of writing is penned in support of the Covid-19 victims who were cremated forcefully and their grieving kin and ...

Ibn Battuta (Abu Abdullah Muhammad ibnu Battuta) is the most travelled 14th century traveller from Morocco. He was also a geographer and a scholar. He has travelled more than other two prominent 14th century travellers Marco Polo from Italy and Zheng He from China. His total travelling distance is estimated to be 117,000 km, over a period of 30 years. Ibn Battuta came to Sri Lanka in 1344 A.D en route to Malabar from Maldives. His ship landed on Puttlam. Puttlam was under the rule of Tamil king "Ariya Chakkaravarthi". He seeked the help of Ariya chakkaravarthi to climb Adams' peak which was considered as a major pilgrim site by Arabs those days. Ibn Battuta talks about the Muslim prince who ruled Kurunegalle Wathhimi Kumara and the Moor prince Jalasthi who ruled Colombo in his book "Rihla". He was hosted in Galle by captain Ibrahim. He was gifted many valuable gifts by Arya chakkaravarthi specially gems. His book is a good source to understand the history of Mus...

Her less lustrous hair, Her bush like eyebrows, Her less expressive eyes, Her poutless lips, Her coarse voice, Her cheek full of pimples, Her broad shoulders, Her flat chest, Her tiny hip, Her fatless back, Her dusky skin, Her curveless body, Her thin fingers, Her bony limbs, Doesn't make her any less of a woman, She is more than her body.