Oceans tell more tales

And like gravity, she brought me - her. 

I name my years. As odd as that may sound, the sturdy creak before ever step tells me what they next step will be. I hear the creak of the new year before it dawns; in December. Since 2016 I have felt so. 2016 was the year of change, 2017 the year of exposure. 2018 was the year of evolution, 2019; year of war, 2020; year of mystery, 2021; year of - err I forgot that one. But 2022 was the year of gravity. 

It was in Matara, on a solo-trip to rediscover myself. I had gone to "Paravi Dupatha" early in the morning. I sat there breathing with the ocean. From the crevices on the rocks near shore, to the small balcony that I was seated cross-legged in I breathed in every detail and exhaled with a glance at the horizon leading to the far south of the Indian Ocean. 

The silent roar of the ocean slowly matched my pace. With every wave that wiped upto shore; loud or silent - there was a space in me to let it in. I took a breath with every time the sea came inwards. With every breath I could feel the ocean inside me, just as much as the ocean was bound by me. But something in my mind wondered - why does the ocean breathe? Why does it keep breathing? Loud and sometimes silent. The deep sea blue waves glisten in the night sky as they whisper to us. But why? 

It hit me then. Gravity. The waves move because they are made to. Because mother earth controls it so - gravity lets the ocean breathe. Gravity helps the ocean whisper into the hearts of men the beauty of life that awaits. Secrets about the future and hidden gems of the past, are some of the few things that the ocean speaks to us; all because it knows how to gravitate things to itself. 

That was when I named it - the year of gravity. In December 2021, I named 2022 as the year of gravity. And everything that I had wished for in life came true that year. The most kind girlfriend, a State-Award - the highest honour in the nation, my dream job, travelled abroad for the first time - and so much more. Everything that I had ever wanted; gravitated towards me. 

But then came 2023. A different year. A year I named revival; a name I could not come up with for the first time in my life until January 2023. This year I went through a lot. 

But just two days ago I was back in the southern coasts; looking at the ocean and I realized something new as I once again synced my breathing with her. With every deep drawback of the water, comes a tide bigger than anyone could ever imagine. And my waves crashed ashore making noise in 2022. 2023 however the waves receded. They've gone back. They have pulled back because this year was a year of revival. The revival of a boy who dreamt of a dream larger than life. The boy who became a man in pursuit of love and support. The boy who had dreams was revived. And the ocean kept seeping away; because the time to shine is not yet here. Until then the ocean prepares. It takes slow breaths and makes us all remember why the ocean is one of the strongest forces of nature in the planet. And like gravity I am once again revealed of my next year through the waves and tides. And like gravity, she brought me to her. 

- Circa 12.12.2023 

The Garden Circa 2021

A piece I submitted to a poetry society in 2021. The website has been deleted since. Here is the original, in the hopes that I will write more on this blog. I need to let my creative out. More than I usually do/did.

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The Garden. 

"Destiny is what you make for yourself." I have always known this. What was it that came over me? Two heartbreaks in a row had left me devastated. I had left my job, I was mentally exhausted and broken. Have you ever been run over by a bus? Perhaps cut by a chainsaw? Felt a needle sink into your skin? Have you been choked so bad that you could feel the last quivering seconds of your life? It was all combined to one pang of pain. The Pain plummeting through every living cell in my body, decisions taken away from me, love taken away from me, and most importantly - peace of mind. The first breakup left me unable to speak in public for months. The second had left me distanced and alone from the entire world. But both of them opened my eyes, to see. Was I a demon stuck at an Angel's door?

 What happens when Lust is the only thing you see? Desire. When a man lives a life that has always whispered in his ear telling him that he can never have anything in life because he could never amount to anything. The whispers trickle down your ear and pierce your heart when they talk of how you are nobody. No legacy from your parents. The boy whom nobody knew. The boy who loved reading books in a corner. The spectacled geek. What happens when the world whispers this in his year for 16 years? A phoenix grows inside him. He becomes the unburnt, born from within the fire. One who will take on life with desire, a will of fire. As he did, fame became his fellow mate, privacy became a long-lost friend. He was named after Alexander The Great. 

Desire did lead him down the paths of a King. And like a King he gave, he moved mountains for his loved ones. Gave more love than he received, always. But what happens when you take away the will of a man who has always achieved what he wanted? And what If the man never saw that coming? That happened. He was dominant all his life until he met his match, a love that would conquer him. A love that would leave him wild, but would blind him at first. His desire was nowhere to be found. Her love conquered him. And when the time came he was helpless. The phoenix forgot how to be reborn again, and lay a pile of ashes. And for months the great fallen King could not realize why he had changed. What really happened to him. Why had he lost everything, that he had? What happened to his flaming fire of Love and lust? "If you ask someone about love, they would quote you a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell? And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her Angel. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself." 

They say a soul mate is one who challenges you, and I would like to think that I had found mine, in her. Because she challenges me to rediscover myself from within. All these years I have fought battles in the light and failed multiple times, and won more. But her energy forced me to reinvent myself. I had realized how vulnerable I am to love. I was always one of fire, to get what I wanted If I felt I was worthy. Nothing in the world could stop me, I thought. But someone could stop me. Myself. Why? Because in love I am limitless. Energies intertwined with surges of passion and synergy one could easily read each other's mind. Words were optional. Eye contact, and nights of irrevocable intensity, zeal and warmth. What I had wanted most since I was a child, was also my greatest fall. I wasn't careful about what I wished for. A love that consumed me. Consumed me, it did. But why? I love letting my thresholds down. Because it makes me think that I relinquish more. But in reality that was me obliterating who I was individually. Piece by piece until I could not recognize myself, and I did not comprehend that sooner. She was an Angel who looked after me like a mother, cared for me like a sister would loved me as a soulmate would. But I was not ready for a love so real. A love so wild. The universe sensing this, wrote our fate. 

And fate happened. Boundaries became my bane. But is the Universe is lazy for coincidence? What happens when you buy a plot of land? What happens when you plant little buds of seeds, that will later grow. Would you let anyone trample them? Destroy them? Never. Because those are buds planted with love. Acorns that will one day become benevolent Nut trees. Such is the case of the soul. If loving means to ruin oneself, be absorbed and cause chaos in your soul - it is a love that will die soon. But the love that is sustainable, revisited but not overused. A love that is so powerful together that is synonymous with controlled chaos? That is formidable. One cannot achieve that unless one has revisited, reconstructed, and reimagined the gardens of their souls. These gardens are sacred with your sole presence. A boundary made of love may exist to protect your garden. However, boundaries are never walls. Walls forge out of pain. Boundaries form when pain heals. Walls cascade when one blooms with grace. I found my garden, in looking within. 

The universe made clear to me now, why it took hold of my fate. It is in the hopes that one day I may reconstruct my soul, and find the Garden within me, and one day soon, I may deserve the love that was taken away from me. On that day fate will be overwritten. Destiny will be my friend, and the universe will be too lazy for coincidence. 

The Lotus and the Wolf turns, six.

Exams near - protests we hear,

Lotus beneath lotus,

A conversation dear.

Of pain the universe lent us.

 

“I beg to differ?”

You begged in words,

Even before you knelt in shiver,

Souls dance in the dark, no swords.

 

“What’re the chances?”

That gecko visited manor,

To witness universal embraces,

Soulmates in naked glamour.

 

In the chaos of war and revolution,

We found peace and consolation,

Doubts turned to beautiful revelations

We didn’t consume each other in moderation

 

A walk in the mall, kiss at the pier

Walking you home without fear

Afraid to fall in love is why I never came near

Your notes from back then like our future - crystal clear.

 

In a time of going away from home,

Asking others to go home,

I found my ever-loving home,

And a forever dome.

 

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa October 2022 - for the love of my life)

“I love you, and I feel loved by you. That’s why I’m here to stay.”

- Burghers on the Street, 11/June/2022

The Lost Wolf (January 2022 AD)

To make it work was a solemn pledge,

Love that was meant to bridge, 

On Halloween night - a smoke, a knife and bed. 

Pride brought, a dandelion's mess.

Yarns of friendship went on years, 

Not a boom, a snip - made truth my fears. 

A scrunchie worn to sleep with tears, 

He'll never hear the Danube, just as clear. 

Trauma, Gaslighting, anxiety and panic, 

A closure call with red flags - chronic, 

"Life was peaceful without you," spurred manic, 

Much like it, but Jack actually died in Titanic. 

A fairy-tale love story & beautiful friendship, 

Comes anew with the round trip. 

The sunflowers and butterfly, each other they pulled,

In peace he left, and found the lost old Wolf.

- Sandro Sathyajith (Circa January 2022) 

The Chase (August 2021 - A Dying Fire)

Roses he grew, in his garden bed

He didn't know what he had said,

An Angel that fell for his red,

The faces vanished, the beasts dead.

The wolf and the Angel, so in love.

Nights on mountainside, stardust.

A friendship that caught on fire

fire on fire - the collision struck.

Solitary wolf, in the moonlit sky,

Fell in love with a butterfly,

Resisted the chase, only for a while,

To make it work, he had to try.

A soul struck, thorns in heart,

The pain he thought did not last,

He passed in misery, his dying bark,

To make it work, was a farce.

From the ashes - you know the phrase,

The fragments that did erase,

A numbness was found in peace,

To cure the pain - that was the leech.

A chat near the Danube river,

The wolf chasing without quiver,

Losing himself in the chase, 

He turned back to never embrace. 

Time has set its course, 

The universe - lazy in remorse, 

The garden has set its case, 

The wolf has stopped the Chase. 

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 26th August 2021) 

A cold, rainy Thursday morning of ballads at work. 

Reborn: Black and Red. 🖤❤️

Dedicated to somebody very special. (02.11 - 03.11)

A heart of black,

She didn't lack,

We stumbled upon,

A midnight snack.

Moans bred after Lethe

bewitched his old heart,

White, she wore at first but beneath, 

She's a rose of fine art.

Probably, Possibly, Maybe.

Until I found her eyes hazy,

Bleeds black ablaze, 

A heart of love? Always.

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 2021)