“Super Talent Star!” – a dream I had this morning

•March 23, 2019 • Leave a Comment

This was the dream I had this morning.

It was some kind of a Talent show, much like America’s Got Talent or Sirasa Superstar (Sri Lankas American Idol rip-off). The show was set in Colombo with a panel of three judges. Two gentlemen and one lady, all Sri Lankan.

There were four participants to be judged. They were kept in what seemed to be cubicles (much like the ones you find in very clean hotel lobby toilets) with large doors. Each participant was separated from the other via these cubicles. The audience and the judges could only see them when the door to each cubicle opened.

The first one, starting at the left-most cubicle, was introduced as an “Eldritch Nature God”, revealed to be some kind of a slow-moving bush when its door opened. The audience clapped in mild confusion, and its door closed.

The second door opened to reveal a small dog, who wagged his tail and smiled as several of the audience members vocalized how adorable it is. His tailed wagged faster and faster as the audience clapped, until someone decided to close the door, lest the tail fly off completely.

The third door opened, and there was a cat, which paused licking its own balls to look up at the audience with an unimpressed expression (as is characteristic of all cats). The audience clapped and cheered. His expression did not change. The door closed.

The fourth and final door opened to reveal a stereotypical young male Sri Lankan reality show star, with a slick hairdo and a suit. He waved at the audience and they went absolutely mental with the cheering and whistling. He had a mic in his hand so I assumed he was going to sing. His door then closed. Some of the audience still whistled.

The announcer (unseen) declared that each participant will now do their performance.

The first door opened, and the bright green bush was seen waving to-and-fro rhythmically to nothing. The audience was quiet, unsure of what to expect. Then suddenly, with no warning, hundreds of beautiful blood red flowers sprung out of its branches, covering the whole bush up in a crimson blanket. The audience clapped and cheered. The judges declared that the participant could proceed to the next round. They then closed the door.

The second door opened, and cute music started playing over the speakers. The little dog rose to his hind-legs and started to dance (as a cute small dog would do). Everyone clapped and cheered, clearly entertained. The dog smiled and wagged his tail as he hopped up and down on his hind legs. The judges were happy with this so they said that he too will go to the next round. The second door closed.

The third door opened to reveal that the cat was (as is typical of all cats) fast asleep on its chair. A few people clapped feebly and where was one whistle. The judges seemed at first to be divided on this one but in the end, they decided to pass him on to the second round as well (citing “deep artistic performance art”). The cat did not even bother to look up. The third door closed.

And now, time for the fourth door to open. You could feel the audience get excited at the mere notion of it. Everyone was writing in anticipation to see their favorite star perform their favorite song.

The fourth door opened to reveal:


Well it was nothing at first. The crowd went completely silent. Everyone was confused.

Then, from the top of the cubicle, what appeared to be a little bit of dirt and earth fell down on to the ground. There were some puzzled sounds coming from the audience as this earth and dirt began to slowly drip down onto the floor of the cubicle.

Then, the first bone fell down. The audience gasped.

It seemed to be a large one, maybe one that belonged to a thigh or a shin. I could not really say, but soon more and more bones fell to the ground, including a skull, ribs and many other bones that I am not qualified to identify. The sound of confusion from the audience was increasing.

A judge (was it Rookantha Gunathilake? Sure looked like him) immediately got up from his seat and loudly demanded that all the stage lights be switched on and all the doors of the cubicles be open.

As the lights came on and the doors opened, I could see three things: the sleeping cat, the smiling dog (who started wagging his tail again) and roots coming out of the bush, going up over the cubicles and into the cubicle of the pop star, which had been draining out his flesh and blood, turning the once youthful boy into a decayed skeleton.

I suppose it had to get the nutrients for creating those flowers from somewhere, right?.

The audience clapped and cheered.

I woke up laughing.


Tesseracts for Playthings

•March 2, 2019 • 1 Comment

I could feel the wind against my face

With the window rolled down

We sped through the blood red streets under neon clouds

I held your hand and

Felt your smile through me

Together, we waved at the abyss

As we passed it by

Tomorrow, day after, and next eon

The vision fades away as time eats

The seeds meant to be trees

The birds who swam before they flew

The circle stops before it begins

Tesseracts for playthings in an infinite nursery

The children of our future beckon

You smiled at me, I felt you

Bring me the life that you never lived

I will eat it and spew forth yours

Let’s marry, have children

I will devour each one

Until the last one slays me

And dwells on my mountains

Play with your Tesseract little one

Grow up and grow good

See you soon, so soon

Next eon, maybe


Let’s see you

•March 1, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I want to see you break

To see you fall

Crash into flames

Shatter to a million shards

Let’s see your face then

Let’s see your laugh

Let’s see you

Let’s see you burn

I want to make you laugh

Your way to your grave

Your shallow hole in the ground

The dirt is icing on your cake

Let’s see your face then

Let’s see your smile

Let’s see you

Let’s see you burn

I want to bring you home

Show you to my friends

Keep you in the shelf

Until our lives end

Let’s see your face then

Let’s see your tears

Let’s see you

Let’s see you burn

Unforeseen Circumstances (a superhero story)

•November 24, 2018 • 1 Comment

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?

In the year 1994, we saw the rise of the worlds most powerful superhero. They called him various names before his public introduction. The Real Superman. Power-guy. Infinite Man. All these names that the media came up with, and when he finally spoke at that fateful UN conference in 1996, I would say that it was rather anticlimactic to hear him introduce himself as “Atlas”.

I mean yes, we understand. Atlas of Greek Mythology was a Titan who had the strength to supposedly lift the entire planet. But it was such a cliche name. Not to mention the backlash from a few businesses that had already secured rights to the same name.

But our Atlas, the real Atlas… he was just as strong.

The first footage of him was fairly impressive, like lifting up and throwing around cars, stopping a train, punching through 200 feet of solid rock.. and the most recent one, kicking an aircraft carrier in half in 1998.

All these things he did though, was for the benefit of others. He often was seen saving people from disasters, stopping large criminal organizations and sometimes even stopping wars, the last incident being stopping that rogue aircraft carrier which supposedly had some kind of a powerful nuclear weapon.

For a long time, no one stood in Atlas’s way. After all, could stop a guy who can backhand a tank into outer space?

But, in 1997, a new player entered the game. A new hero.


That’s what he called himself, though some others called him The Constant. At first, nobody really knew what he could do. But as time went on, the world began to see K walk through fire, survive an avalanche and even shrug off a nuclear blast that devastated the city in which he lived. Some city in a poor third world country. And though K survived this blast, being right on top of the bomb when it went off, nobody else did.

You see, K was also a hero, but unlike Atlas, he came from a different place with different rules. His country was destabilized a long time ago by more powerful nations around it. But in his war ravaged land, he helped bring peace with the use of his powers. The bullets, bombs and shells of his enemies left not even a scar on him.

But that blast, it changed everything. It changed history.

The blast was triggered by unauthorized military activity by a more developed nation. Presumably, the same nation that caused the destabilization of K’s country. And when the UN failed to bring those involved into justice, an angry K sought to create his own brand of justice.

So he commandeered an entire aircraft carrier, some nuclear warheads and prepared to fire them off by drone and by missile into that very nation he hated the most.

Luckily, Atlas got there before he could launch anything.. and I am not exaggerating when I say this, kicked the ship in half.

We celebrated our safety, in our comfortable cities. But not for long.

Because Atlas and K began their own battle, right in the middle of my city.

Atlas punched K fairly hard, hard enough to rupture the armor plating of a tank. K smiled at him.

Then he punched K with with the force to level a small building. K didn’t even flinch. But the glasses on the buildings around him shattered from the shock-wave.

Atlas kicked him with that same aircraft-carrier-splitting kick. K laughed as the buildings around them collapsed.

Atlas was angry. He was frustrated. But he didn’t give up. Atlas never gives up.

The harder he hit K, the more K laughed.

The harder the hit, the more damage to the city around them.

As we evacuated by air, we looked back to see our entire city evaporate into nothing. Atlas had hit him with the force of a nuclear bomb, the radio said.

Nobody can communicate with them. Nobody can even get close.

And Atlas only hit harder and harder. The shockwaves ripped across the country and then the continent.

I suppose K would just laugh as Atlas ended the world in his futile yet destructive attempt to destroy him.

Perhaps even after it all ended, he would still be laughing.

(Submitted to: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/8x2jdb/wp_a_hero_of_infinite_strength_meets_a_villain_of/)


•October 9, 2017 • 1 Comment

As he floated into the abyss, he only thought of one thing. The one emotion he always treasured. The one thought that mattered:


He barely had energy to work his console. He checked the battery and oxygen levels. It was devastatingly low. The warning lights flashed. He had silenced the alarms that told him over and over about his impending doom. If he is to die here alone in space, he wanted to die in peace.

Around him he could see the innumerable stars that lit up the sky. The earth too, was among them somewhere out there. But which direction he did not know. And how far away was also a mystery.

Why him, of all people. Why did he have to volunteer? Was the exploration of a time space anomaly floating just outside of the solar system worth risking the one life he had to live? What about his wife? What about his only child?

And now it had carried him across the universe, maybe millions of star systems away. Contact cut off from home. Oxygen running low. He had drifted here for months, looking for a way home.

He sighed. Love bound him to the ones he called most precious. Yet unlike the movies, the universe did not care about love. Love was a human construct. An emotion given a name whose sole purpose was to ensure reproduction and the survival of the species.

He began to feel his world darken around him. The oxygen must have run out. Even the warning lights seemed dimmer now. The stars too. He slowed his breathing down, savoring the last gulps of oxygen his body could consume. The last gulps of life that he held so precious.

It was almost gone now, the world around him. Only his thoughts seemed to drift in and out of his mind. Yet he felt his love for his wife and child as intensely as never before. But the universe did not care about love. For love was a human construct. Its purpose was reproduction and the survival of the species.

The blackness of death enveloped him. The reaper engulfed him in its pitch black shroud. He felt nothing. No pain. No discomfort. Just a sensation of nothingness. There was darkness but it was not cold.

In the furthest distance he could see a pinprick of white light. Was this the proverbial light in the end of the tunnel? He did not know. But all he could do was to effortlessly drift towards it. And through it all, even though he physically felt nothing, he could still feel that one emotion that never ceased to be. Love. But the universe did not care about love. Right?

The light became brighter and larger. Yes, indeed it seemed to be a an opening leading out of a vast tunnel. He drifted through this tunnel, his mind now a cacophony of thoughts and memories of his wife and child.

And suddenly, with no warning, life embraced him in its warm light. There was pain. There was agony. There was a struggle to breathe. He cried. His own voice sounded muffled and alien to him.  The series of events that followed were incoherent. There was a sensation of drowning. Then a sensation of being pushed. Then more pain. More sounds. More chaos.

In this incoherence, time was lost. Yet that one emotion that never seemed to go away lingered behind. His wife and child. He wanted to be with them. To protect them. He still felt his love burn within him like a cinder. Yet the universe did not care about love. Love was a human construct.

She felt tears in her eyes as she held his photograph. It’s been almost two years since they lost him. There was no hope, she was told. The anomaly had engulfed his craft and they had lost all contact. The governments were reluctant to fund a search and rescue operation. He knew the risks. So did his team. So did she. But did her little boy know? All he wanted was his father back.

How she wished he was here to see this. Their son, happily playing with the new puppy they rescued from the shelter. It was a strange story, how they found this little puppy purely by accident while passing by a random shelter, and feeling a random need to go look inside. Maybe she wanted a distraction from the pain. Maybe she thought it would be a good idea for her son one too. Maybe that was all it was because the moment they both saw this puppy running towards them they knew they had to bring him home.

There was something in his eyes. A sense of recognition. A sense of relief. A sense of love.

Could it be love? But how could he love people he had never met? Was this love born of his need to find a home? Was it born of his need to be safe?

Can dogs really feel love? Because love is a human construct. The universe doesn’t care about love.. right?

And yet when she sees the puppy look at her or her son, she can feel it in her heart. She can see it in his little eyes. That feeling of wanting to protect them. The feeling of family, warmth, happiness and all the good things in life. Every time she looked in those little eyes she felt a little happier. She felt loved.

Is love a human construct? Does the universe care about love?

Or is it the very thread that binds us from one life to the next?


image credits: UA magazine


•September 26, 2017 • 1 Comment

Happy to see you happy

You were so sad earlier

So afraid

So lost

So hopeless

But then you chose to speak to me

And tell me all your woes

You say I make you happy

You say I listen

I’m happy to see you happy

The world will spin on to tomorrow regardless

And I’m always here to listen to your woes

Until I die

Because you say I make you happy

I’m happy to see you happy

If you keep saying happy over and over

After awhile it becomes sound


Just like your place in the grand scheme of things

But despite all of this

I’m happy to see you happy

I guess with everything going on with you

You never really noticed

The sadness behind the smiles

The anger behind the kind face

The pain behind the calm

It doesn’t matter

I’m happy to see you happy

I’m always here to listen to your woes

The ever present shoulder to cry on

The free psychiatrist zen master guru

Or whatever else you want to see me as

Although my world is slowly falling apart

Into the hollowness within it all

And you may never see it until it all ends

I’m happy to see you happy



•September 1, 2017 • Leave a Comment

We all share

Even though there are so many of us

Wanting so many different things

We all share this same room

This same body

We seldom work together

But often take turns at the wheel

However there are times

Where we fight over it

Some of us like to be passive

Some of us want war

Some of us want a noble life

Some of us want to troll

Some of us want to be efficient

Some of us love chaos too much

Some of us want to be normal

Some of us are happily weird


Often we ask ourselves

How did we do it so well?

Over three decades now

Sharing the same shell

How much more can this form take

With all of us in here

Before it breaks

Into dust from which it came?

image credits: https://stevecutts.wordpress.com