In Search of the Light | Poems by Indunil Madhusankha

In Search of the Light

Extirpating the Darkness: In Search of the Light 


As the radiant sun

struggles to peep through

the fissures in

the fringe of the crests

that stand idyllically

like a pantheon of sentinels

guarding the distant mountain

Awakened by the canorous chirping

of the tiny birdies

I open my window

early in the morning

which gives me a perfect view

of the monastery

located in the vicinity


Every day at this time

I see her

immersed in a deep meditation

while strolling barefoot

in the sandy compound

The intense composure of her gestures

reminding me of the  Bhikkunis

depicted in Buddhist scriptures


I know well

It was the saffron robe

that once saved her

from her gloomy past

when she used to be

the wife of a man

A merciless drunkard

who battered her

every evening

I can still remember

how she fell on the ground

and wailed miserably

like a vixen



no longer is she drowned

in the dreadful darkness

Instead she is surrounded

with the gleaming sunlight

Having chosen the righteous path,

the ideal path that leads to the light




Bhikkunis – Fully ordained female monastics or nuns in Buddhism


Previously published in the Vol. 7, Issue. I (February 2016) of the journal, The Criterion: An International Journal in English


The Land of Serenity


There are moments in life

when my mind hurls me into a

whirlpool of frantic thoughts

Having lost control of my faculties

I would rush to the temple premises


The cooling sands at the end of

the gravel path

The perfect soothing balm

The yellowish bo leaves lay still

and calm on the yard

though fallen


The sizzling yet charming dance

of the leaves in the canopy

teaches me alesson

about the nature of the mind

thus breaking the tranquility

for a moment


Under the shade of the giant tree

I would lose myself

in a meditation

The cozy breeze

sweeping the dreaded contemplation

away from me


Then I would walk towards

the statue of the Buddha

that stands still

spreading myriads of compassion

towards mankind

Oh, the enlightened one

An innate grace

so enormous to illuminate

a whole world

While putting my hands together

I would go under the knees

and recite the Gathas


Finally I would leave

the land of serenity

And I would feel myself

as a newborn

with wings to fly hither and thither

Thus I would attain the relief,

the freedom of mind


Oh, may the pristine Dharma bless the entire world!



Bo   A tree which is a species of fig and is considered sacred by the followers of Buddhism, Hinduism and Jainism

Gathas    Verses or hymns in Buddhism

 Previously published in the Vol. 6, Issue. V (October 2015) of the journal, The Criterion: An International Journal in English



Build a Cozy Little Room of Mutuality


The flourishing of technological wonders

reaching the burning zenith,

at which

everything is  reduced to ashes

Bullets, shells, guns, cannons, bombs, missiles

The worst,

the nuclear and the atomic

Roasted flesh and ashes of bodies

Total annihilation


The creator being destroyed by the creation

The crime of self-deception

and that of shameless vanity

Making war is not what we are born for,

but making love is!

So why,

at this full summer and

the flowering season of his cultivation,

still lost in a wrench?

Let it not be true

that man’s greatest enemy is man


Use your sciences

to abate and avoid

all these battles

Let the cool of the moon

reign in magnificence,

not the piercing sunbeams


Easy, yes, it is to break a stick,

but not a stock of sticks,

for the latter is much stronger

Let it be a metaphor of human strength


Living in a small “global village”

why such a delay

to build a cozy little room of mutuality

with modern miracles, mushrooming


Previously published in the Vol. 6, Issue. VI (December 2015) of the journal, The Criterion: An International Journal in English



Indunil Madhusankha is currently an Instructor in the Department of Mathematics of the University of Colombo, Sri Lanka. Even though he is academically involved with the subjects of Mathematics and Statistics, he also pursues a successful career in the field of English language and literature as a budding young researcher, reviewer, poet, editor, content writer and proofreader. His creative works have been featured in several international anthologies, magazines and journals. Moreover, Indunil was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2016 by the Scarlet Leaf Publishing House based in Toronto, Canada.