Friday, November 06, 2009

Mohan Ariyaratne 1946 - 2009




Mohan.

A man who dressed in grey
Silent unobtrusive
But with the touch of a knob
Created music and vibes to fill
A sunny courtyard.
Memories from childhood
Talks with a man who spoke little
But had meaning behind what he said
Shared stories and anecdotes
With a crooked smile and crinkled eyes.
A hidden lair
Graphic posters lined the walls
The Best stocked shelves
Where music was picked
And then readily flowed
With a well stocked fridge
His essentials
Bottles of beer.
Will miss the gentle man
With a personality which illustrated grey
Subtle cool and calm.
Mohan.

by Natasha Thompson

7 comments:

ViceUnVersa said...

Just to say I still remember the Nestle shoot in 1993 where Mo accompanied us. He was cool and however busy had a smile, Hi and a couple of words to acknowledge me whenever I visited Barefoot. He always made me feel welcome and most importantly even the last time I was in SL he still remembered to say hello.
DD

lisala43 said...

For all the people, they need consolation

When I die

when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
I am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or feel sorry
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down

it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

Have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time

Rumi
Rumi is a poet and Spiritual Sufi Master. His work was written in Persian and translated to many languages world wide. The translation looses the spirit of poetry but the essence remains.

lisala43 said...

When I die


when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
I am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or feel sorry
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down

it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

Have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time

Rumi
Rumi is a poet and Spiritual Sufi Master. His work was written in Persian and translated to many languages world wide. The translation looses the spirit of poetry but the essence remains.

Aqvinas said...

Poise.

Wm said...

Mohan was a special guy, gentle, unassuming and sincere. I am saddened by this news. My heart goes out to all there.

Wm

Wm said...

Mohan was a mystery to me, even though he took me home and introduced me to his elders. He was quiet and unassuming. Loyal and decent.

I am saddened by this news and I know that you will miss him.

Wm

Alison Hamilton said...

I have fond memories of Mohan during my time working in Sri Lanka in the early nineties. He was an oasis of calm in all the madness. He will be fondly remembered, and sadly missed.