It’s been a week now My head burns no more Yet my throat still does The windpipes moan in pain Irritated airways Contract and expand As I cough up more phlegm This is sickness A certainty in life Everyone else is out there improving Having fun in the sun Beautiful people becoming more beautiful Strong people becoming more strong Smart ...

It is a wonder on how things change In a matter of seconds You don’t know what you will get From one face to the next As you walk through a path of flowers You fall into a pit , unable to get up again You try your best , but you can’t The pressure keeps you rooted to the bottom ...

නිහඬ අඳෝනාවේ , තුනී පට ඉරා වැස්සා , මුරුගසන් ගල් වරුසා ගිය සිකුරාදා උඹේ සුසුමේ වේදනාව සප්ත සයුර පසුකර විත් හීරුවා පපු කැනත්තත් ගැඹුරට ඒත් තුවාල වේලෙනවා කැළැල් තිබුනත් මූණු අමතක වෙනවා උපන්දා සිට විඳි දුක් නිමා කරන නියා කබලෙන් ලිපට පැන්න නමක් නැත්ති නුඹ සැතපෙන් සමාදානෙන් දැන් උන්න හැටියට මලා මදැයි සිතා ...

My girls I miss home sometimes. But home means you your laughter and warmth a decade of memories places marked by echoes of us If I went home though I wouldn’t find any of you there Just echoes of a bygone age where young girls could hold home in their arms.

The love we have seems to entice us to do things others are shy in doing.  What the heck? We are in love that’s what matters.  Naughty, stupid, dirty things are just a fraction of what we do. What we really do? Only you and I know.

Umbrella Universe She walks Blocking the view With her umbrella. No rain No sun too harsh Only the world The people Judging, doubting Views of theirs Of her, on her What be best for her. She continues Blocking their looks With shades united Of her umbrella universe.

We’re scarecrows but there are no crows to scare, we just scare ourselves with the undesirable idleness the emptiness, the void The rain pours down as our tear-stained eyes look into the hollow with apathy, like watching white dots on a broken television screen The lonesomeness screeches at the top of its lungs like scraping nails on a chalkboard and ...

Sacks of breathing cells and tissues Poisoned thoughts dragging souls into the void Vomiting emptiness, skin smeared in black patches of nothingness- torn and bleeding. Coerced into existence, another beast made to create more demons running around the fire burning, burning, burning! Circle after futile circle, floating around a speck of dust Breath after dying breath, polluting the once-fresh gust ...

එක්ස්ප්‍රස් වේ බස් එක යට ආදරේ - I love you under the Expressway Bus පිඳුම - පින්තූරය ලබා දුන් "ප්‍රා ජේ" මහතාට...මාතරින් කොට්ටාව,පැයයි අධි වේගයෙන්..සුදෝ මුන් ඉගිල යයි, විදුලි සැර වේගයෙන්..මගේ පන ළඟට වර..බදාගෙන මගේ කර ..වරෙන් සුදු තව ළඟට,ලිප්ස් වලට කිස් දෙන්ට.. ඉතිරියත් කියවන්න.....>>> ...

My heart feels like it’s turned into a rock a bleeding rock, turning my healed blood into gall within its lonely chambers The thought of him, the loss and many a thing unrequited weigh down on my heart, turning my veins into stone My heart feels like it’s a lump of snow spraying splinters of ice with each thud and ...

ටීචර්ලාගේ බුරිය වැනුම හෙවත් ටීචලාංකාරය - Teacher's Belly Button ප: ලි:පසුව ලියමි කලින් ලියන්න උනේ මේකයි... මේ කවි පෙල මාතලන්ට හොඳට හුරු පුරුදුයි.. ඒත් හරි මතකයක් තිබුනේ නෑ.. සයිබරේ හෙව්වහම ආපු එක තමයි ඔය පෝස්ට් එකේ දාලා තියෙන්නේ.. ඒත් කකා තමයි කිව්වේ මේක පොඩි මෑන්ගේ කියලා.. එතකොට තමයි මතකෙට ආවේ.. පොඩි මෑන් මේවා ගනන් ගන්න එකක් නෑ.. ඌ කොහේ ගියාද කියලා දන්නෙත් නෑ.. << මෙන්න තියෙනවා ඔරිජිනල් එක...>>එළ හරක්ගෙයි මී ...

She left me blind folded. In a state of coma. Her beauty mesmerized my senses. I can’t help but just stop and stare.  The natural soft skin. The purity within.  An angel from heaven or the devil ready to take my heart away. I can’t imagine. It is all a mystery.

In Absentia My blast through screens of Walmart.Com has left no visible trace, name drained from the database, the retailer cutting losses, unwilling to keep stock, especially in the department of war poetry. about a distant crime still hard to sell in the middle of Idaho’s potato fields, or in the Bayou, or the flatlands, the great American middle which chews ...

“Have you noticed that girls with curly hair have big personalities?” my friend asked me. I know very few girls of brazen locks: which ones are lively? Are any of them not? No, came the answer not a single one timid Each as unruly in hair as in spirit Hang on, that’s not right – Most Sri Lankans are curlies ...

සෙංකෝළය උස්සාගෙන දුවන සුනඛයෝ - Bullshit in Parliment අනේ ගොනෝ..!!!දැන් කී සැරයක් නම්,තෝ...ඉල්ලා අස් උනාද?සෙක්කුව ළඟට ගිහින්,කාපිය පුනක්කු.තනියෙන් බැරිනම්,වයිමත් එක්ක...ඉතිරියත් කියවන්න.....>>>

Tasteless Morning slumber awakening the spirits with laziness and eagerness for a break ugly clouds hovering in the sky making you feel like staying home rather than do the official chores you do rest of working days. Yet , two days of time passing is on the way hence, let’s make it count and say Thank God it is Friday..

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