Eternal MemoriesWhen Podi Menike leavesSarasavi Uyana receives Misty sunrays reflects VIBGYORHiding behind the Hantana range "Peradeniya" rolls the green carpet outFlower petals studs the green Morning breeze leaves the Bamboo leafsA silky touch embraces your face Rumbling monkeys leap the branchesWith a cheeky grin to say " what's in store" Meandering Mahaweli flows in quietUntill it passes the pinnacle ...
Life is a collection of drawingsYou are the painterwould color with chosen colorsWith the timemost preferred colors would finish afastLeaving you a collection of unused crayonsbecause you did not like those much… Whenever ableYou would get another new pack,color more pagesand many more, happily… When you have decorated the other pageseventually, you would have a collection ofcrayons, colors that ...
It was like tiny, tiny flowersdecorated the twigs yesterdaybecome softy budsenjoying the morning sunBusy dark clouds in a journeyTravel a fast, maybe a farCovering the silky fabrics arrangements in the blue skyI can hear, rising sea breeze farSpeeding wind come across the land Bringing down the dark blanket maybe heavyMango buds are hell bentBeing unable to stand the showerSad, ...
To see you smileI’d let you goBecause it’s crystal clearYou love him soSo I’ll gladly do itI’ll trade my smileTo watch yours light upAnd glow awhileSo go on, join himRun to his sideAnd if he makes you cryI’ll stay till the tears have driedI’ll cherish the chanceTo hold you closeStroke your hair as you cryAnd blow your noseThen I’ll watch ...
I slip on a ripe mangopicked by sky creaturesA yellow juice oozesCuts through soft sandGrinds to a fine turmeric powder.This wayA dead mangoyields new life.And that way,we too must get crushed, trampled and slipped over.Only thenwe rejuvenate.
The dare that few brave. Courage that towers over cowardice. Mandela awoke one dawn to the epiphany Of seeing the white man not as a racist or the enemy, But an ally for a mutual goal: a colorblind society. Mother Theresa saw ostracized lepers with melting skin, The abominable shadows of castes, the stoic apathy Of the stonewalled masses. ...
The dare that few brave. Courage that towers over cowardice. Mandela awoke one dawn to the epiphany Of seeing the white man not as a racist or the enemy, But an ally for a mutual goal: a colorblind society. Mother Theresa saw ostracized lepers with melting skin, The abominable shadows of castes, the stoic apathy Of the stonewalled masses. ...
She being herself, just a mystery to everyone elseJust got home to her favorite spot on her balconyThe view was nothing short of amazing, the usual thingHer home, a tiny flat, in the middle of the concrete jungle Nothing much to look out for except for the skies duskingBusy roads with vehicles honking, people getting... Continue Reading →
Come walk with me in the park this fine summer eveningLet’s pick some ice cream and sit ourselves on our bench And talk about our day Can we just talk about everything we used to talk aboutCan we just be who we were before it all jaded I’d talk more than I should but I... Continue Reading →
I’ve got friends all around meBut I don’t let them see me acheBecause I’m the one they turn toI’m the one who never breaksI never learned to say “I need you”I never learned to ask “Please help”I was taught to be the ‘strong’ oneAnd leave my feelings on the shelfNow, a dozen hands are willingReady to catch me if I ...
I heard your voice on a certain song Made my senses go wild like never before I keep listening to your song over and over again I simply cannot seem to get enough I don’t know if its the song or just the tune Or how your voice sounds with that guitar I don’t know... Continue Reading →
Around this time last year, Udan Fernando, a critic and an analyst of all sorts requested me to translate his first collection of poems. I'm not a pro when it comes to translating poems. I did the best I could. 01. Warmth Knock! Knock! Knock!Wait a bitWho’s this?It’s me Here to check your tempGive me a minute?I’ll get into my ...
She was the womanthe woman whoWatched at meAllwaysWith full of tearsWith melancholic eyesShort and charmingCurly hairBosomy and innocentThe goddes of my passionThe womanWho cried at my shouldersUnder a hidden treeNear a dead riverUntill i leave her forever
She was the womanthe woman whoWatched at meAllwaysWith full of tearsWith melancholic eyesShort and charmingCurly hairBosomy and innocentThe goddes of my passionThe womanWho cried at my shouldersUnder a hidden treeNear a dead riverUntill i leave her forever
I pretend I have no feelingsI act like I don’t careBut you’ve seen my type before And you know I’m prone to tear You’re aware that you will hurt meYou expect that I will bleedAnd you don’t want to see it But you can’t give me what I need And so you tread on glass chipsYou are wary with what you say You try to ...
I’d love to go places with you Sometimes, knowing where we’re going Would be of help I’d love to hold your hand As you take me places blind folded I love surprises But how long can this go on You tell me, I say to you We can’t take too many risks Just as much... Continue Reading →
I picked up the phone and dialed your number There was not a single response from your end I hung up thinking “it’s the usual” And got back to my mundane day You called me up and I said “Hello” And you asked me “how are you child?” I sure felt awkward, but I knew... Continue Reading →
