I sorted out some problems within With some alcohol And some foreplay  with my heart strings It worked for a while Until I broke down With musings of the past Haunting and hunting me down Am I confused? I believe I am Or I am crazy? I don’t know about that This life was one, that I thought I could ...

The mind is a devil’s workshop encompassed  by skin , morals and learning’s.  Yet the devil does come out from time to time, gluing itself on souls without a warning. Generating  dark emotions , desires and thoughts. Yet, we control ourselves, willingly or unknowingly. This defines the reason why life is a mystery, Our mind doesn’t know what it does sometimes . So the question arise. ...

Heart yearns for your warmth again. A touch of your hand,  the hearing of your voice , calling me  “son”. The look in your eyes and your unconditional , loving smile.  The soul yearns for all of that. Yet, time has turned tables on us and we remain detached , even though we are very close to each other.  Life ...

This heart deserves some solace; some peace. Yet, it is weathering a storm, bears poison of pain, blossoming anger , frustration , jealousy and all the rest of the particles that leads to demise. Why do we have a heart anyway? When in the end it is meant to be broken? Why do we try to safe guard it? When ...

Waking up is not easy. when you feel that you are asleep , even when you are awake. Eyes covered with dust and pain that breaks ounces of the heart into pieces, bit by bit, time after time. You hear the outside voices screaming ” get up now, wake up now” . Yet, you end up in sleep with eyes ...

Breaking bones , to build a life.  A life born in coincidence.  Like a miss of a bullet, like an apple that was never meant to be born, but fell down from a tree, frozen.  The same life is trying to find existence.  Identify the purpose, forgetting the past and the lies that has covered it like an anaconda as it ...

If life is about change in seconds, then that change is unbearable.  it is haunting, it is hurting. change will eventually happen. Yet the burning of souls cannot be recovered. It is a sickness of patience. We try to  pretend we have , but in reality we don’t have it at all. We live with the storm inside our hearts and minds

පිපුණු කුසුමක් සැලේ රහසින්  කදුළු ඉතුරු කර මුළු ලොවටම දුන් සුවද මතක් වෙන සෑම මොහොතමක දුක පිරි ඉතිරි යයි නෙත් සිත්ඉදිමුවා හද පැලෙන තරමට කුමක් කරන්නද සොබා දහමට සැවොම යට කොට එනමුදු කුසුමේ සුවද ලබන්නට සිත ඉල්ලයි කවුළු බිද , විවර කර නමුත් එය නොලැබෙන බව මුළු ලොවම දනියි එනමුත් සන්තාපයේ රැදෙන්නේ සිත ඒ බව පිළිනොගන්නා නිසයි ...

if a picture can talk , it can talk a book of stories . Stories of us which defined our lives. The happy moments as well as the difficult times. Frozen but alive,  the memories will last a long time The colors might fade,  but the history of  will remain.

All the time , the murmurs in the background , hurts my soul. The dust seems to keep me blindfold. Thinking, it is reality you need to accept . You cannot runaway from it. You cannot deny it. You need to live with it all. It hurts, it pains , but it is also a way of contentment. Remember what you have , forget what you have lost.  After all in the end, nothing will remain the same.

The memories, the joyous , wonderful memories.. Haunting,  they are haunting the present mind and soul Tearing , tearing knowing that you cannot have them back Linger, the memories linger… bringing pain and sorrow cutting your heart like a knife..

It is very hard to take reality into your mind sometimes. The past, like a ghost, enters your mind and haunts you with memories. The mixed emotions of reality and past creates a whirlwind in your mind. It destroys your brain cells slowly , making you unable to think clearly , leaving you with a question ; “What to feel ...

Our lives are like rain drops. We occur in the most highest atmosphere. we start small, get bigger as we come down and finally, fall down to the ground with a heavy thud. Breaking into pieces of unknown quantities. The catch is that the rain drop doesn’t know if it existed , it doesn’t know it is gone. We as ...

Sometimes the mind plays games with you. It gobbles you up with guilt when you know, you are helpless and you cannot do anything to change the situation. Yet, the mind doesn’t seem to understand this. It keeps reminding you of something you didn’t do, like a cancer, it conquers your soul. It leaves your paralyzed; makes your whole life ...

Not for a moment of happiness, not for the sake of seeking shade among the misery and darkness. It is for the requirement of unrequited love and affection. That is required to keep me alive. So love me, like the way I love you. No compromises , No commitments. Just true love… required for me to live..

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