Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Seascape - Oil pastel


 

Experimental pen drawing


 

Marooned - Poem

 

Marooned in a Lonely Island
Seeking a Friendly Ship,
Waters of Silver Ripples,
And Beaches of Branchless Trees.

A Sun that Burns the Skin
Clouds that Embrace,
Parrots that Speak Bloody French,
God ! Am I going Insane

Is that a Damn ship out there
Will it hit the Damn Reef
Will my Dum Dog greet me
Dammit, it’s the bloody Spanish

But behind this Coconut Jungle
And Creepers of Blue Lilies
And Past that thorny hell bush
Is a Jungle of Great Trees

Trees of Giant Timber
A Jungle of Tamarinds
With a Saw from the old Wreck
Could I Build a Two Mast Ship



The Animal Revolution - Poem

 Beasts of Lanka beasts of all lands

Think you not that it is strange

Your brothers and sisters are slaughtered 

To feed the human race


Pigs and cows are killed by thousands

But are beaten first to make them soft

Though they call themselves very humane

They are a bad un-kindly lot


In its once pristine waters

Fish and other creatures swam wide

But they have put nets to divide us

And in them we all shall die


Birds of Lanka birds of all lands

You have been modified

You are now mere weaklings

Shall ye ever again fly


An animal revolution is needed

Start from every lake and tree

So that birds and beasts of all lands

Will forever and ever be free


Bring your strongest bring your bravest

But above all use your heads

With these cunning humans

One wrong move and you're dead


The birds are our proud airforce

And fish are our  submarines

Land animals are our army

And the rest are the marines


We will win but never conquer

All we need is a free life

Unlike wicked humans 

We don't want other beings to die

Oil Pastel drawing