Dedicated for the memory of Randula Wanigasinghe 1989-2010 I don’t know you… Wish I had Before the final breath Before the final step… A faint memory Of you in canteen That’s only I have To be stunned By the news… For some It’s not… We are a family… A gibberish A great ear pleaser ...

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 cloud

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 puzzleF

This is no poetry, they are just thoughts...See if i had someone to tell these to, there would be another poem in this space than this jumble of tearful words...So..if i wasnt an only child,Then I wouldn’t miss havingPeople of my own in life...Someone at home to fight over the bigger piece of the chocolate,Someone to hold hands with when ...

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 glo