Fortune Cookie in Sri Lanka


Here in Sri Lanka
Every meal is served with a fortune cookie
When we lick off the leftover rice
Off our curry-gravied fingers and we serve
A scoop of curd and a draping of coconut treacle, as dessert
Knowing that your soul-mate and life-accomplice
Is the only fortune cookie
The heart aches for……..

When two creatures are
Intimacy-bonded as sticky-dough
As indulgingly sweet as brown sugar
As harmonious as Vanilla beans
In one pod and as thick as Ali-Baba
And the 40 thieves, when one word “sesame”
Opens a cave stacked with one treasure
And that in itself is one beautiful aphorism

That a verse printed on a piece of paper
And scribbled by signature
– Seemingly a coupon to love making –
Is as unyielding as Adamantine
Imperishable in clause and condition
And love they say is the co-valent chemistry
Between two lopsided creatures
Etched inside a palpitation chamber
And preserved in affection-bond
Where fortunes rise
From inside the dough of eternity.

Cricket Jokes (some are lame – admitted) – A BOOK I was WRITING in 2012


  1. Why did the horny playboy call the Australian cricket manager ? B’cos he was after a couple of hussies
  2. What would you call Tony Greig bowling a maiden over ? A comb over
  3. What is latest turf popular in the cricketing fraternity ? Hair Transplants, just ask Ponting, Bollinger or Kallis
  4. What is the official beverage for batsmen in cricket ? The Bacardi – bat
  5. What is the official beverage for cricket bowlers ? Johnny Walker – keep walking
  6. What did the audience ask the prince (Raja) of Indian cricket ? U Raj Sing
  7. Why did the condom manufacturer hire Rahul Dravid as its spokesperson ? B’cos he will always be a impenetrable wall
  8. What is the Portugese influenced theme song of the Indian cricket team that gives the impression of a booze train ? Gin Ganguly Gully Gully
  9. What do you get if you bring together the shortest and tallest West Indian cricketers ? David (Williams) and Big Bird (Garner)
  10. What is Chris Gayle’s Achilles heal ? Cornrows
  11. What is WG Grace’s – who popularized the game during its formative years – nickname in the cricketing circles ? A Spin Doctor
  12. What is the influence of the Chinese TV series ‘Monkey Magic’ to cricket ? Cricket has a Hogg for a chinaman.
  13. What is a blinder in cricket ? Damien Levrock in slips
  14. What is Tony Greig’s autobiography called ? If – The short-pitch conquests of a lock less monster
  15. What is Hashim Amla’s autobiography called ? The blades of gravity – Evolution of the Bald and the Bearded
  16. What is Harsha Bogle’s autobiography called ? Be spectatorcled
  17. What is Navjot Singh Sidhu’s autobiography called ? Mike-rage – Farming the essence of Agricultural metaphors
  18. What is Ian Bishop’s autobiography called ? The nuance of eminence – tales of an eternal Carribean alter boy
  19. What is Sunil Gavaskar’s autobiography called ? 36 reasons why Sunny never came home
  20. What is Wasim Akram’s autobiography called ? Swinging to action – the vines and the wiles of a Khanate prince.
  21. What is Willis’s autobiography called ? Marathon Man – when the feet finally slumbered
  22. What is Allan Border’s autobiography called ? Borderline whiskers of a nibbling southpaw
  23. What is Keplar Wessels autobiography called ? Unperched from Perth – The swan that transformed in to an ugly duckling
  24. What is Arjuna Ranatunga’s autobiography called ? Chunky – Confessions of a gluttonous Jak (Artocarpus/Halo) eater
  25. What is Damien Levrock’s autobiography called ? McChunky – The rolling adventures of a ravenous McClown.
  26. What is the autobiography of Ricky Ponting called ? Maverick – Why a bouncer could not nab me
  27. What is Aravinda De Silva’s autobiography called ? Unhook me – Tales of a compulsive hooker
  28. What is Bradley Hogg’s autobiography called ? The beacon of bacon – Hogging his way to where no man has been even been before
  29. What is Matthew Hayden’s autobiography called ? The Mongoose Cook – The appetite for construction of a carnivorous bludgeoner
  30. What is the autobiography of Shane Warne called ?  Flowing tales of an Uterian Diuretic – How mama’s boy fizzed on to a saucy bedzilla !
  31. What is Merv Hughes’s autobiography called ? Give me Moe – Cos he is like grease lightning !
  32. When does a cricket match have three bats and three balls in the middle ? In the presence of a male streaker
  33. What is the autobiography of T.M Dilshan called ? Insatiable for a scoop – Icy tales of a true convert.
  34. What is the autobiography of Anil Kumble called ? The Karnataka Kohinoor – Engineering a moustache for magnum revolutions.
  35. What is the autobiography of Virat Kohli called ? Fastracked – Too fly for a trite guy
  36. What is the autobiography of M.S Dhoni called ? Samson’s delight – Unlocked but not tamed
  37. What is the height of frustration in cricket ? Curtley Ambrose fielding for his toes.
  38. Why are frog legs considered a delicacy in cricket ? Because there were times where there was a frog in a blender
  39. What is Shane Warne’s fan club called ? Badzillas
  40. What is MS Dhoni’s fan club called ? Hell Coptors
  41. What is Hashim Amla’s fan club called ? Grasshoppers
  42. What is Doug Bollinger’s fan club called ? Ro-gained
  43. What would you call Paul Adams autobiography ? A unique story of a how a frog jumped out of a blender on to a cricketing field
  44. What would you call Ian Botham’s autobiography ? Skankthrope to summersex – Ian of many trades and master of fun
  45. What would you call Vinod Kambli’s autobiography ? Earings to tearings: All that glitters is just not gold
  46. What would you call Mohommed Yousuf’s autobiography ? Finding Holyland – From a Crusader to a Saracen
  47. What would you call Neil McKenzie’s autobiography ? Commode Capers – Sitting out, looking in
  48. What would call Inzamam ul-Haq’s autobiography ? Fat boy slim – Misadventures of an eternal meat lover
  49. What would you call Michael Clark’s autobiography ? A puppy’s life – wagging with the tail
  50. What is Salil Ankola’s autobiography called ?……Frankly, do you remember me ?
  51. What is Greg Matthew’s autobiography called ? Cap capers – springing like an eternal spin chicken
  52. What is Sachin Tendulkar’s autobiography called ? Immaculate conception: Why God spent an eternity on Sachin
  53. What is Rahul Dravid’s autobiography called ? Wall-me: A perfect toon
  54. What would you call Muttiah Muralitharan’s autobiography ? Mesmerizing Merlin – Confessions of a confectionary wizard
  55. What is Shivranine Chanderpaul’s autobiography called ? Kiss ma’bat – For the frog really is a prince
  56. What is Adam Gilchrist’s autobiography called ? Dwarfed by Mr Spock – a universal trek for a cowboy at heart
  57. What is Jason Gillespie’s autobiography called ? 201 red balloons – white mullets can bat
  58. What is Brett Lee’s autobiography called ? Speed thrills – A Fast tracked blues brother in Bollywood.
  59. What is Shane Lee’s autobiography called ? A Caning for Cain – Paradise lost but rock music regained
  60. What is Darran Bravo autobiography called ? The last of the many Mohicans – Collecting the bits and pieces of an all-round jigsaw puzzle
  61. What is Darran Bravo autobiography called ? Lara’s craft: The battles of a true tomb chaser
  62. What is Fidel Edwards autobiography called ? A Coronated Castro – Why Viv’s magic wand spawned a fiery gnome king
  63. What is the autobiography of Greame Swann called ? The swan that outgrew the lake – An alpha spin to a cygnature domination of cricket
  64. What is the autobiography of Clive Lloyd called ? The indomitable moustache – Why the smile always looks like a frown
  65. What is the autobiography of Daryl Cullinan’s called ? The baby faced assassin – Preying on cricket’s killing fields
  66. What is the autobiography of Gary Kirstan called ? The prince of Africa, The king of India – How a bald eagle soared to the exospheres
  67. What is the autobiography of Pat Symcox called ? Giant men can spin – Offing the blights of African slow bowling
  68. What is the autobiography of Imran Khan called ? Captain my Captain – the life and times of an innovative gem and gold prospector
  69. What is the autobiography of Javed Minandad called ? Javed in boots – why the midnight oil never runs out
  70. What is the autobiography of Garfield Sobers ? Super Garfield – How a feline superhero stormed out of the alley
  71. What is the autobiography of Viv Richards ? Issac – Son god to a sacrificial generation
  72. What is the autobiography of Lance Klusener ? Lock stock and my bat barrel – Story of a trigger happy shy guy
  73. What is the autobiography of Luke Wright called ? Cool hand Luke – Never underestimate the Blonde next door
  74. What is the autobiography of Samit Patel called ? Bulldoze me if you can – why size matters for Sir Might
  75. What is the autobiography of Andy Flintoff called ? From the ashes to a phoenix – Tales of a god poser
  76. What is the autobiography of Jonathan Trott called ? Boring scores heavy – The batting adventures of an unlikely Casanova
  77. What is the autobiography of Stuart Broad called ? The breeding game – why the broad doesn’t land far from the brood
  78. What is the autobiography of Abdul Razzak called ? Why Zak is not dull – Clubbing stories of a psychadelic Pakman
  79. What is the autobiography of Chris Lewis called ? Bible to Libel – Story of a Priest turned Prisoner
  80. What would Neil McKenzie’s rhythmic fan club be called ? Commode Commodores
  81. What would Saurav Ganguly’s fan club be called ? The Sin City Bengals
  82. What is Andrew Flintoff’s fan club called ? Andy’s bandy-dandy army
  83. What would Kumar Sangakkara’s autobiography be called ? Debarred but not deterred – No oscars nor wild but a batsman of elegance and style.
  84. What is Mahela Jaywardana’s autobiography called ? Oh you sexy thing – How I nailed Christina in the Men’s locker room and even behind the pavilion
  85. What is Prassanna Jaywardana’s autobiography called ? The keeper of the flame – The dying art-form of keepers who bat a bit
  86. What is Sanath Jayasuriya’s autobiography called ? Sun shine on my baldy head – Distracting the fores with a reflecting force
  87. What is Ian Botham’s fan club called ? The quickies and the shagfest
  88. What is Larry Gomes’s fan club called ? Twirly-curlies
  89. What is Lance Gibbs fan club called ? Carribean licorice – black men can twirl
  90. What is Brian McMillan’s autobiography called ? One Big Mac please – McWilling in bat, ball or slips.
  91. What is Allan Donald’s biography called ? The great white spark – banging and swinging for an electronic impulse
  92. What is Joel Garner’s autobiography called ? Out of sight – How clouds interfered a big bird’s vision
  93. What is Augustine Logie’s autobiography called ? King of the pixies – short anecdotes of the bamboo hearted
  94. What is Anthony Stuart’s autobiography called ? Three hit wonder – How the count of three dethroned a wallaby boxer
  95. What is Neil Fairbrother’s autobiography called ? South claw – The journey of a scraping wonder
  96. What is Darren Leahmann’s autobiography called ? Russel Arnold’s cunt – learning the lesson the blunt way
  97. What is Craig White autobiography called ? Brothers-in-law in war – why the ashes had a sister in the middle
  98. What is Darren Sammy’s autobiography called ? Gentle giant – Innocuous bowler bottom hand bludgoner
  99. What is Ranjan Madugalle autobiography called ? Poster boy player poster boy match referee
  100. What is Paul Adam’s autobiography called ? The Frog that turned into a Chinaman

Fable on King Coconuts


I took out a king-coconut
Which I had bought from a street-side vendor
A matured ripe orange nut
That I slashed with a carved knife,
When the water that was pressed inside
Beneath indomitable walls
Spurted out and some splashed
All over my yearning lips,
To teach me an empowering truth
I had forgotten with time.

How absolutely sweet
Freedom was…..



Men and women warm up their interiors
With a little coin to a ragamuffin
Or praying loud and hard next to a crucifix
Or sharing a facebook page of a lonely beggar child
Caught unaware to the camera.

Knowing freezing point is when
The engine of the conscience will have
Ice particles all over their nuts and bolts
And no amount of agony imbued in human flesh
Will make her dissect the many pieces
Of horror, to the muscle of human spit,
Or to fingerprints of intent
Or to the nonchalant eye that imprints
On rods and cones, the vagrancy of charity.
Oblivious, too fattened with greed.

When flesh turns to a whiter shade of pale
Taken over by a spiteful ogre, a leviathan,
Of the cold arctic seas, and winter
Turns herself to a hideous creature
That monopolizes everything in her path
With a condition, of the absence
Of sensory receptors to make a little heat,
To melt, to thaw, to lubricate the conscience
With a little fat or oil. We call it APATHY.

And like permafrost below the soil,
Killing the many forms of life around it,
Too deep, too fat and bulky, exceedingly frozen,
Too selfish ever to thaw to a watery stream
Of beautiful deed.

The Anti-Christ of Dorian Gray


There are people who play mind games
Like those who want me to give up on research
Knowing its the best thing about me
Forgetting for an eternity that my Ph.D. yielded 7 publications
Many of which were blossoms of my own buds
Ideas that challenged the foundation of science
And erected cathedrals of empirical truths
On their shoulders.

Mind games are the vehicles with the number plates
“GA” to convince you’re gay or “KV” Kitchie Victoria
The kiddish faced 29 year old I asked out
In the Philippines to insinuate, God knows what, mere blasphemous
Demerits. People are flawed. They are like the bent coconut branches
That God or general decency can never straighten
They are sun-seeking phototrophic plants
That look for light at all the wrong places
The sun that is too bright to make sense
Or the moon that is too cratered in its short history
To make the light a change of landscape
And we only become enlightened when the monk in the temple
Gives a sermon about merits or priest at the church
Talks about how the eldest child, the righteous one,
Is welcomed in heaven as much as the confessing
Prodigal son. People still forget enlightenment
As they go out in to the street, the light just as fluke
As the flickering lanterns of fire flies
Or a kerosene lamp with a short supply of kerosene.

And they will continue to play mind games
Men are vicious, they exude sins like the melting skin of a leper
They lie with a straight face even though
They know they are caught out with the very first word.
They make gods out of arm-chair warmers
The de-facto experts of sexuality, the idiots
That form opinions on how you talk to the genders
And make virginity into a pariah, when all that it is,
Is a beautiful wait of the unknown
To usher in a supernova, a cataclysm of
Your senses.

And man will continue to slander me
The man I am, the boy before me
And the old man down fate’s corridor
Knowing I stood up for what I believed in
Resisting fornication, idolizing virginity
Treasuring the first time, cherishing love
In all its inflorescence. And they made me
Into a mentally-ill schizophrenic, when I had no traces
Of delusions or hallucinations, just sensing reality
With my sixth sense.

And with time, I will be
The old man, poetry still flowing from the nib
And mind games gone with the declining ammo
In my penile tissues, when they will
Judge me still, on how fat I am or how ugly I am
Or how I achieved nothing in my life
– All that potential going to waste.
Yet knowing that they raised barriers
To all my potential, the dams that litter
Everything I do – research, poetry or any form
Of creativity. And one day,
I will be transcend this universe
As the anti-Christ to Dorian Gray
A man who with no sin in his backpack
Yet no worldly beauty to call his own
Lurking in the shadow of wrinkles
And silver strands, waiting for a silver lining
To take over, when I will dance
Till the macabre is in me, and I will cease
To be Dilantha; the last song, the last dance
The last step I will take on a slanted floor
Till the music stops; no more palpitation,
Just a lullaby for the kite to land
On the windless plains
Under a tombstone.



The Papal fairytale
From Boca Junior to Papacy
The supposed shepherd of the church
A street fighter of social justice
Rests as aloof of common man
As Nero was, with the fiddle in his hand
No chamber or secret room in the Vatican
Can ever relegate a chamber in the human heart
To the worthlessness of silence
The primeval voice of reason
Loggerheads of prelude with aftermath
War of merit against vice
An echo that has no founding percussion
Yet reverberates through the walls
Of an enclosed soul, to make man his own pope
Of a mighty cathedral of flesh.

You and I


You and I live in separate countries,
Separate sovereignties, you have different borders
To which I live by, your idea of religion
Is praying to God as loud as the Pharisees did
Using “God Bless You” to end every conversation you have
Doing Novenas every Wednesday, all show,
No substance. Whereas I live by Jesus’s life
The honorary deeds we call kindness
The dearth of tones, creed, ethnicities,
The Samaritan who condones my enemy
And the Levi who invites me for a meal.
And now we will die in separate lands
You with your riches, your success, your show-it-all
Lifestyle that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Whereas I have lived with the thorns of my stalk
The weights on my ankles, the weeds in my mind
And the love of a woman who cannot look me in the eye
And tell me “honey I’m lying to you every passing day”.
And we will not be grazing on the same afterlives
I’m not clairvoyant to tell you where you and I
Will levitate to, perhaps heaven is a fabrication
And so is hell, perhaps we only feed saprophytes
After we are dead and our souls are not
Sent on a carousal till nirvana is within reach.
Maybe we will die with memories of a Judas’s kiss
Or Brutus’s blade; while I don’t hang on to pain
I cannot apprehend the buoyant apathy all around
Of how a race can capsize me in my own
Loneliness, my own worthlessness to the human race
And I will someday pass on to a place
Only God will know and you too, will transcend
Your life, and we will be then be strangers
Unknowing of each other’s destiny.
We are feathers to different winds, carried
Far and wide, until we cease to be kin
And the shoulder we shared, and the kiss that betrayed
The shoulder, will haunt you and me
As we linger to our own colorful sunsets. And when my sun
Dips to the ocean, I will only look at how spectacular
My life was, a caged bird, a man with thorns
Sticking to his skin, a leper of humanity
Hanging on to his truth in a valley of lies
Knowing the truth of one’s past
Can always erase the lies of one’s present and future.
We all sing our own tunes, some exaggerated
Some in low octaves, and some while dancing
And I sang my tune from my incarceration,
The bars that held me back. And all I ask from god
Is to give me my honor, of the man who took the road
Less travelled, and made love his only earthly quest,
Yet love too swindled him. All he has now
Is a stubborn heart with the will to live.
The will to claim his legacy, of a man
Who looked directly to the storm of a million lies,
And rowed through the pupil
Of the only truth.