A poet

Peaceful mind has a
Wonderful cheer
Money is secondary
Love comes near
Nothing he expects
Gives all pleasure
Poet is a gift
God sent without fear

Anjalie Chandima Silva

Happiness

Hush! Hush! All the children are sleeping
My small daughter too is sleeping
Co's its a holiday today
Can play whole day

How happy are they on holidays?
Cannot imagine how happy invaluable
When we too were children
Were we not happy as them

Apples, Grapes, Papaw, Orange
Cake, puddings, biscuits, ice cream
Teddy bears, tops, dollys, pictures, stickers
For my treasured little daughter
be happy!

J.P. Weerakkody

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My father the valiant soldier

The valour of my brave father
Who is the valiant soldier
Steps into the battle field
With courage and firm determination

He is away from us
The feeling of solitude is unbearable
Thaththi, you love not only me
But the entire posterity
Paving way to emancipate
Sri Lanka from terror

The young generation emulate
The shining exemplary
Example of your vicarious commitment

The door of the house
Is open in the midnight
For you to enter
I see tears in
Ammi's dazzling eyes
Who stands at the entrance
Looking far for you
Surrounded by the effulgence
Of the moon in the sky
Thaththi, please come back
To the camp from the battle field
To console the lamenting ammi
By giving a call
Penetrating her tender heart
The ecstasy experienced by you

Nimal Ranatunga

I clicked, double clicked but..

When I met you
I selected you
Opened a folder in my heart
and saved you too.
Gave a password to hide you
from others
I cannot delete you
Because the memory chip
has a vast capacity.
I clicked, double clicked
but I can't open you
I doubt if it is by an
onslaught of a virus
I have to debug you, in a hurry
Because all the programmes
are standstill
without you

Saara Panchamee Hewavissenti

A collection

A minute of failure
A moment of delight
A second of surprise
An instant of fright
A chirp of a bulbul
A sound of a splash
A whiff of a scent
An echo of a crash
A cry of triumph
A howl of defeat
A leap of freedom
A stroke of heat
A breeze of autumn
A shiver of cold
A wink of a clock
A flicker of gold
A knock of arrival
A twinge of a sore
A throb of empathy
A boom of a roar
A curve of a smile
A flash of a rage
A touch of a hand
A flutter of a page
A string of sounds
A maze of images
A jumble of moods
A cocktail of phases
Life is an assortment
A compilation, a set
Hold each item close
It may be given to let

Arefa Tehsin

My granny

Aunts, uncles and cousins, relatives of many a kind
Buddies, chums and pals, friends who are far behind;
Many types of people; facile to find
But none better than the one; that flashes upon my mind!

Dressed as an elegant floret; clad in a sari swirled
Grand as a noble queen; scented, powdered and pearled,
Coloured with a gleeful beam (though never to be hurled!);
Appears my Aththammi; the best granny in the world!

The tranquil and triumphant mother of my mum's
From the gem city of Ceylon; her childhood comes,
A classical melody; often she hums
Joyous and buoyant; the vicinity becomes.

An unswerving Christian; God's faithful servant,
A comrade of the nation with not a single opponent
Standing up for her liberty; never to be too tolerant
With my granny in the territory; there's never a dull moment!

Kind, caring and sharing; craving for no money
Tender, loving and affectionate as fragrant sweet honey
May you have happiness my sensational nanny
As you are undoubtedly; the world's greatest granny!

Arjuna Athapathu

Handapanagala

It was dark, The faint, silvery orb was up
Hiding behind a moving cloud
And then visible with a brighter hue.

I gazed from a vantage point
Of the rock
Handapanagala,
Setting sun's rays - the "She-devils" rays cast
On the ripples of the tank, an eerie-light,
Birds - black and white
Hovered over the water,
Some were still aloft,
Others cruising down in a graceful pace
Found a resting place,
In the bare branches of a dead tree
Blackened, decaying
Yet rising up from the water
Like stilt - walkers

The serenity seeped in
To my mind that stood still
No other thoughts arose
As it got submerged into the tranquillity

Minutes passed
Stillness reigned
The water turned to a steel grey,
Darkness spread from the jungles around,
Birds chatter was dying
The golden rays were now on the rock
"Handapanagala,"

Somebody's voice echoed
"Shall we go?"
Awakening me from the reverie
"Everything is transient
even the moments of beauty."

Sunila Nanayakkara

The final awakening

A vortex of being
Drifts along the turbid river of life,
Twisting and turning delightfully,
Experiencing many joys and sorrows.
In non-attachment I find release,
from this aimless wandering,
and as the vortex unfolds,
I enter,
that which is beyond
Being and Non-being.

Arjuna

Reason! How can I forsake my heart?

Oh! The struggle I have within my heart.
My mind, my soul, my inner being.
The measured normality of ordinary days
Fights a merciless battle with ceaseless toil
Against the emergent urges occasioned by her.
The rugged anguish of my tortured heart,
Exhaustive pain, dry and spiritless life,
See the surge and wriggle in elemental chaos
Blasting the very core of my being.
I cannot believe in the obvious,

The reasonable and the convenient path,
For, I'd be condemned at the altar of love.
The stakes are too high - too immense
Too immeasurably vast
For considerations so convenient - to social standard?
I never did, I never could and I never would
Accept the obstructions to my love.
None but a Faust would sacrifice his soul,
(And she, for me, is my soul)
Were he not compelled by utter despair
Or by the hope of something infinitely great.
I've told my self "to despair never sink in,"
And for anything else I have no hope.
There isn't anything more or else,
Anything more I like - more I hope
More I ever could long - so long'
"As the lotus blossoms to the sun"
As the infant brightens to her mother
My heart had blossomed and brightened
To her fascinating unaffected sweetness,
Radiant, alluring charm.
Oh! No! I cannot and I will not
"Hope springs yet eternal in the human breast.
Man never is...." and I'm never to be blessed.
What disappointment could destroy hope?
What frustration annihilate desire?
Though vanquished they appear again.
Fair one!
In the arid waste of my desiccated life
You became a purpose rich with hope
I began to thank a God in heaven and sigh!
Alas! For me, is there nothing now - but the sigh?

PLN de Silva

Pen reacts

Across the miles
Beyond the beaches
I travel to find with my pen in hand
The natures gifted beauty,
The violence surrounded by aches
Birds fly, I sing with my heart
Moment of joy and pain rush in
Children cry in hunger to death
Still I wonder around to see the world
My eyes get blurred and no more I see
But my pen starts to react
With the flow of words
Across the miles
Beyond the beaches
Asking for hope for lifeless lives....

Anushka Nanayakkara