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Soul searching words
Ruhanie Perera speaks to two aspiring poets

Milestones in life's journey
I Can Fly
"Did you know I can fly

I can fly to the highest mountain
perch on a boulder
watch and wait
feel the cool breeze
slide down my naked spine

I can fly over the blue grey seas
swoop down below
ride a crest
the salty wet air
running rivulets between my bare breasts

I can fly into the night
embrace the darkness
with moon beams
warm on my open shoulders

I can fly back into the day
wear the light
with sun dapples
shining in my hair

Then I would swoop down to earth
and wonder with sadness
why you can't fly

Did you know I fly"

Bubbly, bouncy, Mihirini de Zoysa seems as though she really does know how to fly. 'I Can Fly', the last poem in her collection published this year, seems to express the essence of her poetry and so, significantly, the title boldly and yet simply states 'I can fly'.

"We all have it in ourselves to fly," says Mihirini voicing the integral thought behind this poem, which was inspired by a dream. Once interpreted, she says, the dream was symbolic of the need to reach in and find our core selves if we truly did want to fly. A thought characteristic of the soul searching Mihirini. "I was always like that, even as a child; always searching, always seeking." Thus naturally the narrative voice, in most of her poems, is constantly searching.

"In a way, I suppose writing poetry is my way of working things out, my way of trying to reach an integral part of me. Sometimes it's a 'venting out' process when something makes me angry. When something moves me so much that I don't know what to do with the feelings and thoughts that swirl around in my head I write it down. And that's my poem."

Since "writing thoughts down" was more or less a habitual occurrence, Mihirini admits that she never really considered herself 'a poet' in the strictest sense of the word and as a result most of the people she knew, even those quite close to her, didn't know this side to her. But, she says, "I was pleasantly surprised when after I had published the book some friends told me that they remembered me as a 'writer'."

Now available at the Barefoot Bookshop, Vijitha Yapa Bookshop and Taprobane Bookshop, it's almost unimaginable that 'I can fly' just may have remained a personal collection of secret diaries filled with poems, if Mihirini hadn't decided to publish the most recent of her work.

This collection comprises poems written from around 1999 to date, which are arranged in a fairly chronological order and in that sense it's significant of, what Mihirini terms, "a sort of poetic journey corresponding with the changes in my life".

The past couple of years have been for her a time for 'figuring things out' and that is reflected in her poetry. "Even though there were some poems I wasn't too happy with, I left them in the collection because to take a poem away would be to lose an experience that has been a step, or a milestone in my journey."

Creations of life
As a child of maybe just three or four years old, Randima Attygalle watched with fascination as it rained and was inspired into writing her very first attempt at what she calls "verse making". Over the years, parents, teachers, relatives and friends rallied around her, encouraging the poet they all knew and loved. And, although the actual launch of her book came much later, on her 21st birthday her father's gift to her were the first copies of her 'Creations of Impulse' in print.'

"I think I inherited the gift of writing poetry from my mother who is a teacher of literature and a writer herself," says Randima who adds that, for her, writing poetry is not about formulas and methods but rather the capturing of a moment, or a thought so that it is preserved forever. This springs from the fact that she has always been a keen observer of life, of people, even of things dismissed as trivialities. These observations almost always are her inspiration and it is because of this that "most of my poetry is created on an impulse."

"Flowers are offered, lamps are lit
I look into your eyes divine.
Full of "meth muditha, karuna"
Humanitarian of all living beings.

...How many Vesaks will pass good Lord
Till the world is touched by your holy feet?
How many "Araliyas" will bloom good Lord
Till the fragrance of your compassion is felt?"
(Excerpt from Vesak Prayer)

Impulsive, though her poems may be, Randima maintains that all her poems do have some kind of message. Depending on the experience the message differs; sometimes it's a very personal message, like the thoughts uttered in the poem Vee Atuwa,
"As kids not more than
Three feet tall
We looked at the 'Vee Atuwa' with awe...
Today as 'stoneless', spotless
Store bought rice
Fill the rice cooker,
Once majestic "Vee Atuwa' stands
As a store room filled with junk,
Yearning to feel the warmth of
Paddy..."

"There are times when I consciously make a point on issues that affect all of us, says Randima, "which is what more people can relate to. But, that kind of poetry is harder to write because my observations have to be constructive."

Poetry is also her way of expressing sentiments difficult to voice: "Sometimes, however close I am to a person there are things I can't say directly, but the words seem to flow when put into poetic thought. It would be odd to go up to my cousins and nostalgically reminisce about our childhood and tell them how much I regret that our child hood is over. But that I can write."
"...Bond so close, loving and warm
winds of change have never shaken.
But sad in a way,
we can no longer play,
We have grown up..."
(Excerpt from We Have Grown Up)
Says Randima: "I write purely for pleasure, to get away from the technicalities of life, to beat the stress...it's my medium of escape."
This collection of poems is available at the British Council Library.


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