I do not have one best friend Because I love everyone and make best friends I do not know how to lie, Because I live only once and I want to be myself I do not want to hurt people, Because I know how it feels and how deep it can be I do not want to be a trouble Because I love to be on my own I do not want to stop learning Because I love to know and do new things I do not know how

I walk away For all the words you did not say Would not say I would not expect you to say, I walk away For all those moments You would not offer me Not be able to offer me Or even think of offering me, I walk away Yonder, To sanity A heaven For myself, Where I be Just, Me.

There’s a picture in my head Like a knife in my gut I just can’t escape it I’m stuck in its rut It’s a picture of you And a picture of him A picture that pains A picture that brings Heartache and hurt Rage and misery too Every time I see you – I can’t not see it too This picture of him And this picture of you I can’t keep living with The picture of you two.

Suave exterior was something you were born with! Ambushing the oppositions was a walk by the beach for you! Negating the swing and thwarting the spin, hook and pull were … Continue Reading →

Cycles of joy and pain: Ode to the Jaffna cyclist Build and break Break and build Is this not A child’s world? Stamp your journey with mildness Stamp your journey with gentleness Tread with care Disturb nothing Inherit the earth By being the earth Take the self out Let the thought Float away Watch the wheels Move up and down Watch the mood swing High and low Find the ...

You never think of your time, you spend them for me, you love the time, which you be with me, you send me love sealed with a kiss, I love it all, all I have it now. You make me smile no tears in my life, You surprise me with wonders I dream, You give me the best no one deserves it, I feel so lucky like a fantasy.  I have loads of things to be proud  I really can not list them out.. Feeling

It's unfair... I want to cry... Wanting a warm hug... Thinking again... Everyone is around, I feel I'm alone.. Why does it repeat? Over and over again... What is happening? I have got no clue... I want to cry.. Leave me alone... Sometimes I'm happy... Because tiny things gladden my heart, But when everything is far away... And nobody understands... I'm helpless...

It's unfair I want to cry.. Wanting a warm hug.. Thinking again.. Everyone is around but I feel I'm alone.. Why the same thing repeats Over and over again.. What is happening? I have got no clue.. I want to cry.. Leave me alone.. Sometimes I'm happy.. Because tiny things gladden my heart But when everything is far away.. I'm helpless..

Whisper in the dark, reaching for your heart, feel the warmth surround me, as you envelopes my arms Nuzzle my neck, feel my pulse against your lips, find the rhythm of my chest, let it echo in your head Come a little closer, feel my back arch against your touch, feel you against my body, sending shivers to shock my ...

You you are the smoky warm breathon a sharp frosty mornthe day's first smileand the night's last sighyou are the pale yellow lightslanting through the oak...the far twilight bird-call,sleet echoing on the roofyou are my smile that I seein hurried reflectionson rain-blurred shop frontson rushed, breathless daysyou are the path, traced with loveon the thorniest plainsin the valleys of my heartwhere ...

Stereo Hearts Funny how Wanting to love And wanting love I’m standing here Kicking the grass I’d rather if you’d move a little closer ‘cos I just can’t seem to Bridge this one foot or so between us Stretching like eternity I’m considering tripping , falling over, Spreading your arms wide open you say animatedly, “It was this big” I’m thinking ...

Be Grateful be grateful to your competitor annoying colleague abusive person lost opportunities all hardships makes you strong develops patience improves skills you are privileged be grateful

There you go! Tonight you ask With that half baked smile ?? Will you be there? Maybe, I say What do you mean? I mean, maybe I’ll be there And maybe not??? Yeah….. You’re grinning now Like a Cheshire Cat You’ll be there, you say, and laugh out loud Your hand on my shoulder Willing me, to come I can feel you ...

When love arrives In the end We live for those Strange, rare days When love arrives Heady moments That takes your breath away Kisses, before taking out the trash Unexpected And kisses after And laughter At putting the saucepan on And lighting the wrong burner ;) Awkward silences And too much talk Silenced By more kisses We live for those Fleeting moments ...

split second I don’t love you anymore you said and I stood there not quite sure I heard you right what do you mean? I ask needing that split second, before you respond to wrap my head around the idea of you, falling out of love, with me I didn’t really need to ask I asked anyway maybe, I hoped, if ...

I sleep, like a log, no More like a woman, craving sleep Clutching desperately, At the last wisps of dreams, breaking My nails as they flee I always wake with a start, sometimes Like the sky falls down, no Like I fall down from the sky, it is painful. Sometimes I bleed Inside my mind. Floating […]

Merry-go-round days Silver grey days, near turquoise waters Hands in red mittens, and smoky misty breath... Come ride the rainbow the red and yellow one to find the trails of laughter the spilled drops of the sun Do you hear the secret the icy wind whispers? The frozen trees are blooming when the merry- go-round turns… -view from the London Eye, March 2014

There is a wall, a massive thick wall. There is a tiny crack on the wall. What’s on the other side used to be bright and had qualities of a mirror. It reflected light from sunbeams, giving light to all. Then one day it broke and shattered and had to be put aside so it wouldn’t cut anyone else. Sometimes ...

my thunderstorm when stark, bare branchesbrush the window panesand rivulets of greydrip drip from aboveyou are the breathless wonderthe shafts of silver lightparting brocade curtainsof the thunderous sky deserted streets littered by whirlwinds of leavesmaking nameless patternswith faded orange huesyou are the frisky windthat hums in my eartelling me of lost dreamsand the ones to be born to me, you are ...

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