notes from an occupied land…
by a lost, diaspora Tamil or a gypsy wanna-be…. this is ma journey from a land called S Lanka to occupiied land called kænədəC o n t e n t
here, i am goanna write abt tear drops… land… and other random things …and i won’t write consecutively either. every here and then, goanna write. take on whatever i face towards ma somber journey 
i am an ordinary dude with respect & passion for people’s right and people… (when i say ppl, i say genuine people who mean no harm to others, to make them look good/rich/etc..) nothing is greater than humynity and solidarity. all the songs and literature and dances are made to make us happy. wars destroyed our bodies and yes they entered our souls. but humyn spirit is still alive. fighting to live…
Buffy saint-marie’s “starwalker” native song pull me to forget all the nativities and complexes i was put upon in a foreign field, every time i hear it, and i changed dat song like dis, to explain ma nature:
“star walker – i am
one of you.
you’ve seen me walking by”
tear.drop.lander@gmail.com
