You throw your lasso clear and far It lands tight around my waist And try as I might to pull away You keep me in this place I’m trying hard to forget you I’m desperate to move on But you have this hold on me And so my heart is torn It isn’t fair – you chose her You left ...

She could sweep me off my feet with her swee touch and embrace take me to the dark side with a touch from her warm lusious lips Make me drool over and over when she look at me through her eyes I pray for the heavens Not to take her away from me. I am glad that she is mine. ...

When that glass of vodka zips through my veins shaking my bones and senses Making me unconcious I remember you Sitting beside me Sharing that experience Those after dark moments Like a broken cigarette burning into its last moments I remember you The smoke we created together which helped us end our hunger It was pure magic It was pure ...

I will not write of you Cz you  asked me not to I will keep the lines intact For a novel of fact Under a fictious tag Of an amazing nag (of me ofcourse) I will write of men Of women and their men With nothing of exception But just mere exemptions In my life of desertion Of those I ...

Miracle on the Green I have forgotten last week, and last year took place inside a long glass twinkling with snow dust. Where are we now, The year racing perenially and not one stab in the archives, cutting off a slab of poetry to prepare and publish for the Palm Sunday meal, which is always fatefully a week ahead of the cross, but ...

Rainy Days rainy days are for getting lost lost in memory, lost in timein vapour filled worldsdreamt up by the parched earthrainy days are for colouring inthe faint whispery drawingsetched with time and loveon the membranes of the heartrainy days are for murmuringsburied but not forgottento be dredged up one by oneand released to the crying skyrainy days are for tracingsfingertip on ...

The moon is out In Sri Lanka The moon is out I think No, not a full moon Just a patch of light Straining through the darkness And not everywhere equally bright In the north I feel It must look like A glimmer But still a light Some think it’s the sun But the sun comes out in the morning It’s still only ...

When I don't see that Beautiful smile on your face Tear drops roll down my face Pulling my hair And running here and there Thinking how to carve that beauty Back on to your face... You can call me crazy, nut or a pain I don't care and don't know how to explain But one thing I know it for sure Almighty wants me to love you more and more... I know I'm from nowhere But you taught

Desperado you are Craving for presence, for attention Are you engulfed in emotion? Or stuck on a precipice of doubt and madness Do you remember the glory past? Where you were a hero among the doubters Now you have become the monster of change Did you get a transplant done or a tumor? Desperado, I hope you can hear You ...

I see you in all your colour I see you right up close And each day I fall harder And it makes me more morose Because you are so close to me And yet you’re out of reach And no matter what I tell my heart No matter what I preach Every time I see you laugh with glee Dance ...

The New Hope I have learned humility to respect my brother, to walk on the straight line when the man in blue requires compliance, but I am not drunk, and I am not free, yet tonight I will eat hoppers on national televsion, not in a private soiree, so the fisherman and cobbler, the man who shaved my beard, will see that ...

The Ride "promise you won't let go" says a little boy when the training wheels of lifejust need to be goneI'll be there for the rideas far as I can comebut I will have to let gomy sweetest dearest oneor how will you learnof the pitfalls ahead?the humps and the troughs will try to drag you downbut I will be thereto catch ...

Demons You need not go Into that darkness alone I’ll come there, with you Here’s my hand Take it There’s no other way You’ll feel less alone I’ll go into that darkness alone You needn’t come there with me Don’t hold out your hand I won’t take it There’s no other way With you here – I  feel more alone ...

Soulmate? Love left me at 24 Didn’t come back Till many years later Or did it? Was that lust? I got confused Having been alone for so many years after The lines blurred Love had evolved And I hadn’t noticed I still believed in connecting from the heart So lust left As it must  when confronted With an unyielding spirit ...

Just a kiss You’re joking With half a straight face Peering into my eyes Holding on to my hand And I’m shaking my head So that’s your joke??? Laaaaame dude, I say But I can’t stop smiling You’re pointing at my face Hah!!!!! Seeee that was funny Noooo!!!!! Yeahhhhh!!!! I can hardly hear you now, and my cheeks are hurting I’m hanging ...

The memory of sins Photo - All Rights Reserved. © Buwaneka Saranga|2012Cold and numb the winds have turnedWith no mercy, my life just spurnedPeople passing byWith not a look of concernThis life of mine has had nothing,Nothing but hurt.The wounds of time unopened and oldBut you cut it open When you knew I wasn't strong to withholdNow the blood from my veins uphold, All ...

Poetry provides an alternate history - Saumya Sandaruwan Liyanage Saumya Sandaruwan Liyanage won the State Literary Award for the Best Poetry Collection at the State Literary Award Ceremony held recently, for his debut poetry collection Hate Watte Magdalena“Not in my wildest dreams did I think that I would win an award for Hate Watte Magdalena,” Saumya Sandarauwan Liyanage, the State Literary Award winner of this year for the Best ...

アンバランス Why do I need it to have some meaning? I ask myself everyday Can’t some of it just be without meaning? Without sense Without direction Just without anything Just be what it is Without a tag Like you and me We could just be Why does everything in the world Have to be labelled Fall into categories That most ...

(Its been a long long while since I had an installment of the 'From Another's Blog' posts - I guess its been a long while since something I came across made me feel compelled to share it. This poem is written by a friend - Jessica Ferrari and was posted on Facebook. It struck me for its raw bleeding honestly, ...

Dangling I thought I knew me Till I saw you At midnight, wrapped around her waist Dangling, at the edges, All woolly and warm I shouldn’t have interrupted Should’ve stayed, politely away Talked after You know been more civilized Instead, I sauntered over Asked her what she was doing with you And did you know we were together Looked surprised ...

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