Biography of nimal dunuhinga
I was a Seafarer for 15 years, presently wife & myself are residing in the USA and seek a political asylum. I have two daughters, the eldest lives in Austalia and the youngest reside in Massachusettes with her husband and grand son Siluna.I am a free lance writer.First of all I must indebted to PoemHunter.com for opening the gates to this global stage of poets. Finally, I must thank them all, my beloved wife Manel, daughters Tharindu & Thilini, son-in-laws Kelum & Chinthaka, my loving brother Lalith who taught me to read & write and lot of things about the fading life.All the loved ones supply me ingredients to enrich this life's bitter-cake.I am not a scholar, just a sailor, but I learned few things from the Life-school.At last I found Man is not belongs to anybody, any race or to any religion, an independant-nondescript mammal.The heaviest burden who carries is the Brain.
Conclusion, I guess most of my poems, the concepts based on the essence of Buddhist philosophy.My personal belief is the Buddha who was the greatest poet on this planet earth.I always grateful and admire him.
My humble regards to all the readers.
nimal dunuhinga's Works:
Takuboku Ishikawa's 'Sad Toys'[Kanashiki Gangu] poetry book translated into Sinhalese my mother tongue and published in the year of 2000.Several poems, short stories published in the local news papers and one of my lyrics sung by a leading singer in Sri Lanka.'Soft soul's lament' Anthology process in lulu.com in the USA.
nimal dunuhinga Poems
*Moon rapes his sister Sun
In the pitch darkness strange things can happen; But unfortunately nowadays it happens in the daylight too. * The title quoted from the book ' American Indian myths and legends' selected and edited by Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz.
* I was born by the River
My scholar friend keeps his late Grandma's diary And a certain page was highlighted in the color of yellow. My old ferryman you never realized that how I deeply loved you? Since in the cradle the word 'depth' I heard several occasions from my parents.
A Bird Has No Wings In The Storm
I started re-reading Kawabata Yasunari san's 'Izu no Odoriko' and I dream of your golden country 'Japan'. I was surprised as I have been there. Chiba-ken, Matsudo city, sakura-dori, tokiwadaira coffe master
A Beggar Maid's Breakdown In The Life Cy...
This beguile strange woman in her forties and I am sorry that I have heard forties are the naughtiest. She begs not charity and she has enough money. Even though the solitude and suffering.
Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park. A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club And it flies to infinity, He goes behind that happily.
A Bluestocking and a Lilliput
We are not seeing each other but we exchange what they call poetry. Madam you are far beyond the vicinity. I am an old bachelor stick around
A blind lover's lament
a black Sun peeps through the cotton woo...
There he comes like a Santa Claus on a Christmas eve along the road of hope. Lamp posts salute him and the children offer their autographs to sign. He uses his thousands of pens which holds in one hand. Homeless they watch the T.V. in their new houses while washing the dirty linen.
A Bride from an Orphanage
An innocent virgin from a hidden haunted house Who comes out to the new civilized world? The Bridegroom is unknown from the lower depths? We all wish them a happy wedded life forever
A bird flies beyond the sky
This rare bird tells of its encounter When the Telescopic man gossips; 'I found nothing but emptiness And I was breathless
A Bookmark as a present for a departing ...
Time is a wonderful thief who steals everything from us? Shining spring comes through the fallen leaves And the willy-nilly flowers bloom merrily. Famous birds sing and the deep rivers flow quietly.
A blind Gypsy and his piccolo
He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin. She fiddles to another heart a different tune And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.
A bitter pill implies where I belong
I signed the back of a lottery ticket, filled the name and address clearly. The night is sleeping but still I am awake in a Gas station to fulfill the boisterous vehicles. I hear a whisper in my decaying wallet. 'Hey! Dear this is not the winning ticket exactly but a day would be appeared and bring you the lucky chance soon.' The lottery muttered.
Oh! It's very cheap a bottle of Cerveza And I spent only a dollar and ninety nine cents. All of a sudden I flew to El Salvador last night, And it's a Red carpet at San Salvador,
My friends in Samsara
This dreary unending tunnel,
I searched them.
Nobody was there.
I was so sad.
I pursued them again.
All were there