‘Wait a minute… don’t make me open my mouth and wave my wand’, was my response, when the war on Islam washed up on the exquisitely beautiful, yet, filthy shores of the land of my birth – Paradise Island – Sri Lanka.
Swine cast before the Pearl of the Indian Ocean
Trash washed up.
View Sri Lanka through the eyes of Duran Duran
Save a Prayer
This was seriously dangerous trash.
A poisonous, ruthless, monolithic monster had leaped out of the carved stone with finicky tastes and ravenous appetite:
It salivated at the succulent tender flesh of Muslims:
Those who isolate Allah alone for worship.
It liked me.
The Gog and Magog – Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj – Death Eaters had arrived.
Tom Riddle alias Lord Voldemort – the Antichrist Dajjal – was on his way.
Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don’t
I had the scar of the childhood hex, thanks to my family.
I was the mystical Jimi Hendrix – Voodoo Child – Stone Free, Manic Depression, in a Purple Haze, but Hey Joe, there was a Red House on the yonder – where my baby stayed…
I was experienced.
I was a Punk:
I was the Deep Purple Child in Time:
I knew the Led Zeppelin Stairway to Heaven.
I was Leonard Cohen – Suzanne.
I was the Best Creative Head Hairdresser of the Year – the Cutting Crew barber of Colombo, Sri Lanka.
I knew barbershop harmony.
I was Cat Stevens – Yusuf Islam – Sitting and singing Where Are You, Peace Train – in Kathmandu…
In the Garden of Gethsemane,
I was the definition of genius:
99% perspiration –
I was Jesus!
Jesus Christ Superstar – as the Andrew Lyod Webber opera had taught me;
I was Cassias Clay – Muhammad Ali
Simon and Garfunkle – The Boxer…
The famous Bridge Over troubled Waters – as love gave birth to me…
I was Bruce Lee – as my father had taught me.
Red Hot Chillie Pepper – as my mother, described me.
Muhammad Ali – Black Superman Song
I was Ishmaeel – the answer to (my great-grandfather’s) prayer – as my noble grandma had reminded me.
My father had sacrificed me to God and my life had been spared – to serve a higher purpose:
I was Shine On You Crazy Diamond – Pink Floyd
the unlettered bard – the ummi!
I had to rise like a prophet –
as my eldest brother had noted, with dark irritation towards me…
and shine like a Grand Vizier, as he’d quip, when his mood was bright and chirpy.
I was the curse
born after the eclipse baby
– the middle child –
my other brother.
I was the youngest,
the holy ghost
of the Barnes sibling trinity!
So bless my soul,
I was Spooky –
as friends and colleagues identified me.
In the Interview with the Vampire; I was the ghost of Cathy haunting Heathcliff –
in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights classic:
I am Heathcliff.
You’ll have to
Hajiani Sara – Prophet Abraham’ first wife –
mother of the Christian branch!
I am the enlightened one –
the golden (child)
One of Sri Lanka’s Ten Giants – the legendary hero devil
The sack ghost phantom of lore – the fabled gonibilla.
My ship had arrived – I was in the Tri-wizard Tournament – Armageddon
Outcome: the wand
In the name of God,
it was my turn to lead solo!
Outcome: the guitar
serenade the event, Santana,
Oya Como Wa
Easy, Lional Ritchie:
Enter the Dragon:
Be like water, Bruce Lee –
God, is your friend.
I was an element bending avatar – the bloodbending Avatar Maha Sona – a most dreadful thing!
I had a song to sing.
I was indeed,
in deed –
the most unwanted
‘Believe in the unseen to see’ – Sona-ism
You, dear reader are not a statistic to me, but a real, living, breathing, human being – with thoughts and feelings.
My sincere thanks to each and every one of you – need I say why?
Lovely people; for caring enough to share this very personal journey with me.
I opened the door to my heart and soul on the internet, and YOU walked in.
Of course, you are very special to me.
I can’t help it –
I’ll Have To Say I Love You
Enjoy the song!
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Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes