Lost without a trace in a train of thoughts filled with emotions that is bottled up and cannot comprehend mixed with trauma and happiness disturbed by the unforgiving reality now tell me with all of this, won’t you end up being crazy?

The Other Side Editor’s note: The following poem is a reaction of Tamil diaspora, upon being able to view their home villages on Google Street View, for the first time in years. Pictures provided by author. A glimpse of the streets we would have called home, I’m laughing in the park, climbing the coconut trees, Cycling through the dusty lanes, playing at ...

There’s a feeling that creeps up on me In the early hours of the morn A quiet kind of discontent Like a dying phoenix song And though I try to quash it Eerily it stays Dampening my feelings Whispering for change It hints that something’s missing I am yet unfulfilled There’s unspent passion to be realised And fast, before it’s ...

ඇලෙක්ස් මුහුදු වෙරළට ගියේ හිතේ සැඟවිලා තියන ආදරය නිසා දුක් වෙන හිත සනසවන්නයි.  මද නල ඔහුගේ මුව සිපගනිද්දී, නෙත් කොනින් කඩා වැටිච්ච කඳුලු බිංදු වල උණුහුම ඔහුට හොඳින්ම දැනුනේය. ඔහු ඈත අහසේ නිදහසේ ඉගිලෙන පුංචි කුරුල්ලෝ දෙස බැලුවේ කවදාවත් නොදැකපු දසුනක් ලෙසිනි. "අනේ උඹලාට පුලුවන්ද ගිහින් කියන්න මම එයාට ආදරය කරන තරම..""මගේ දිනපොතේ පිටුවක් පිටුවක් ගානේ එයා වෙනුවෙන් ලියපු කවි උඹලට පුලුවන්ද ...

I closed my eyes and turned to the sun. A million arteries stretching, straining Red blotches expanding I feel as if I’m hovering beneath the surface of a crimson sea -floating Red and orange Blood and light -piercing Fire against my eyeballs A maze of vessels Red, all red consuming me. Splashes of fire against pulsing blood setting it on ...

We stare at each-other Myself and I A stream of fresh air motes drifting in rhythm with our breath separating us We’re reflections glassy stare, troubled brow the same bruised temple -pulsing Gazing, gazing into each other’s eyes absorbed into the same vortex through the lifeless pupils Myself and I My voice murmuring rapidly talking to Myself A conversation that ...

I wait to see you with bated breath And a head full of dreams Dancing amongst the clouds As I go about my day’s work A sudden heart wrench (a happy one albeit) Stops me in mid motion You the eternal, elusive desire Lies seemingly within my reach But you never come Not really Ever And I return to my Not so dull existence A little heart broken A little wiser And a little Richer

I want to wish you a happy Women’s Day today. This doesn’t mean I don’t admire you each and every day. Doesn’t mean that you matter less on other days. It doesn’t mean that your rights matter less the rest of the year. It’s just that I don’t say these things out loud often enough but I should. You matter ...

There are people in this worldwhose lives want for nothingwealth and power in abundanceliving luxurious livesdevoid of hardships and strifea perpetual joyride through lifeyet dissatisfaction loomsmore money, more powerthe mantra of their livesit matters not for themwho or what gets destroyedto get what they wantshedding the blood of innocencesacrificing thousands upon thousandsto satisfy their lustwill there ever be and endto ...

Petals, our minds torn, red, bleeding filling gaps with glue- stick them back together, these bleeding petals The evening is warm buzzing wind carrying charges electric, feverish My brain feels too warm also, something’s not right Everyone’s writhing. Every one of them every one of us writhing, struggling to make breathing a bit more easier Some laughing, others choking, we’re ...

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Wide spaces, fresh motes of weightless air and light. Just enough radiance, splashes of glow over still life. Breathing this air, sucking it into my lungs for it feels like these whispers carry the cure for the weary muscle. Face bearing scraps of bliss, wide eyes reflecting a golden universe, light pouring through black irises shriveled vessels expanding. Clinging to this bliss as ...

It’s 1965 and Nancy Prasad is to be deported. So Charlie Perkins hides her, holds her hostage, demands the government pay the ransom of her safety It’s 2016 and Baby Asha’s turn has come. So 200 people hide her, hold her hostage, demand the government pay the ransom of her safety The girl-child sits, as strangers pass above her, debating the course of her life.

මහින්දාරාමයේ රතන සූත්‍රය - Chanting Rathana Suthra at Mahindarama   සිවුරට මුවා වී සැම ජඩ වැඩ                          කරතිමදා  වියෝ නීතියටත් තග                              දමතිඋසා වියේ දහ අට සන්නිය                            නටතිබෙල්ලෙන් අල්ලලා දඟ ගේ තුල                    දමතිඉතිරියත් කියවන්න.....>>> ...

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