How I Wonder What You Are captures the eventual truth of a youth under the city lights..it frames an occurrence portraying the emptiness and the stillness of the life of a youth who’ve lost the taste of human bonds and doesn’t have a reason to live on. The movie, as I saw it expressed and communicated the feelings and emotions ...
I'm the dramayou are the lifeLet's make this actforever...We'll mingle throughThe plot points...,And unavoidableYet interestingConfrontations,Let's assumeConclusionThe eternity.Wherethe day of the beginningIs still a puzzleFor you and me...ComeLet's take handsAnd slowly step inTo the center stageThe whole universeIs gazing at usIn the audience...Let's show themThe color of our love,Life,And much more... ...
You amaze me every single day..With Your child’s eyesYour calmYour serenityYour eternal energy Your tenderness Your warmthYour love and your beautiful deep soulWhen life burns hard you cool me down And when I’m cold within, your warmth flows onI’ve come to realize that you’re even better than you seemTo which I come upon new proof every day by all meansThe ...
I reached out hoping to find the familiar warmth that had always saved me from the coldthe one light that kept me alive in winter snowsbut i felt nothingnothing but the cold empty space..i reached further and furtherthinking it cant be far offbut there was nothing nothing but the cold empty space all around me and beyond..I was alone with ...
Swirls twirls and pillars of gray Suckling the burns of ahes to harvest its dark. Suddenly the worlds gray has gone all black Shadows creeping in the dark, lurking in the corners, behind half walls and inside broken windows. Strolls in the clouds of gray, making the shadows merge deeper into the dark. Thunder rolls, greens shudder.. Lightning strikes, shadows ...
I went to the rocks that looked over the sea with a steaming café Americano in hand I sat there and was dissolving along with its bitter sweet warmth into the salty cold sea.. Breathing in its fresh rough wilderness with the gloom that surrounded it And it started to rain First with soft slanted drops.. i saw them falling ...
Dedicated for the memory of Randula Wanigasinghe 1989-2010I don’t know you…Wish I hadBefore the final breathBefore the final step…A faint memoryOf you in canteenThat’s only I haveTo be stunnedBy the news…For some It’s not…We are a family…A gibberish A great ear pleaserI just want to askDo tears dry upWhen you grow old…
I reached out hoping to find the familiar warmth that had always saved me from the coldthe one light that kept me alive in winter snowsbut i felt nothingnothing but the cold empty space..i reached further
