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poetry
Hopes blossoming not far ahead:
Death of a blossom
Is it a fault of mine? Am I to blame? The cause of your painful
shame!
I feel your love, the next minute you cry and then you curse tell me
why.
Two months since I first met you and I yearn to be in your arms.
To hold your hands and walk the path of life by your side
Is it so wrong to hope for your love, your warmth, your care and your
embrace?
What is the reason? Why do you try so hard to push me away?
Hate envelopes every time you feel me and your wish of death embrace
me.
It is your body, it is your right yet what about mine.
Have I no right to breath, to feel the wind or scamper along the
grassy green
To watch the blue sky, or catch a firefly.
You love me; yet shame does the world offer and loathe fills your
heart within;
Your tearful sighs I hear and if only pain I bring, then death do I
aspire
Your beautiful smile I desire; though my eyes will never be blessed
to see
With each dying gasp; your smile Mom is my only plea
Eroshani Nadika de Silva
The Delay
On a Sunday evening
An elderly gentleman
Was taking his constitutional walk
When he got a sudden pain in his heart
And fell down
A passer by rushed him to the hospital
And was admitted
The senior doctor was informed
But he took it easy
And delayed to go and see the patient
A nurse went and summoned him urgently
When he went to see the patient
He saw the dead body
Of his father.
Arul
Silence
They were childhood sweethearts,
Their love for each other
was sublime and divine.
She was everything to him,
and he was the flagship
of her life.
Then suddenly -
to her utter anguish,
he left her in his quest
for cheap romance.
She was simply torn apart.
But then -
She didn't harbour any vengeance
against him.
She opted to maintain
a stony silence.
And silence, they say,
is more cutting than speech.
Sunanda Mahawela
Heaven with Angels
Specs are alone on the table
Jasmine is waiting for your visit
Still piece of bread is there
No squirrel to eat
Without feeling your love
Arm chair is empty
When son comes after school
Mother has gone heaven with angels
Pushpa Kalubowila
Reminiscence
As soon as I stepped in,
He came towards me,
Beaming at me with an affectionate gleam,
In his eyes,
In a flash of recognition.
Waving the magazine,
In his right hand,
He spoke before I could,
'There was a poem by you
in the magazine today,
so I reserved it for you;
here it is!'
For a moment,
I stood speechless,
More moved by that simple act,
Of kindness,
Than by the excitement,
Of seeing myself in print.
Now I no longer glory in it,
And see it not as a good poem,
But as a piece of mush,
Written in a moment,
When infatuation overcame,
My sense;
Perhaps wisdom of age or something else,
Almost as potent,
Has diminished its literary value,
While time and termites have had
Their respective tolls on it.
But his kindness engraved,
On the metal plate of memory,
Remains indelible,
Forever.
Jayashantha Jayawardhana
Upon a Cross
A mangled body hangs limp on a cross
Blood-moist: sweat-moist.
Strained skin, rib-cage etched
A lateral sword thrust blood and water fetched.
A thorn-edged brow with crimson droplets
Framing a tear-moist face;
Gasps, spasms excruciating pain
Strained arms, strained sinews
Hung on three strong nails.
Shamefully exposed, a half-naked body strung
Athwart a cross, 'twixt men society shunned
Cross of Calvary that bore a Saviour's shame
For unrepentant, relentless man to sin and wrong enslaved.
Jeannette Cabraal
Glorious Mother Musaeus
For Hundred and sixteen long years.
You have come steadily, courageously,
Moulding and shaping thousands of lives.
Of young ladies of this small paradise,
The live blood of a nation;
Unfailingly faithful to the vision
Of our dear Sudu Amma; our great guiding light,
Mother Musaeus, you have lighted many a lives,
And will shed that light forever
To the generations yet to come,
Winds of change will never shake you
For your foundation is firm and sincere
Laid by a kind and foresighted brave lady
Marie Musaeus Higgins - our beloved 'Sudu Amma.'
Your blessings are with us always we know,
And strengthen us to fly your name flag high
Mother Musaeus; your good name will shine gleaming bright,
In the world arena with pride and glory always.
Chanakya Liyanage
The Bestial
They say that the two babies
Had been separated from the
She elephants by force
Irrespective of the protests
by all parties concerned.
It was in order to give in pooja
To the shrine so respected
As the symbol of the lord Buddha.
The pinnacle of his Dharma,
The sacred philosophy, preaching
Ahimsa and compassion to all.
'If they had known' the authorities argued
'the mothers would have felt honoured
a rare opportunity of Dhanna - of selfless giving
That has befallen them in the journey of samsara.
But the fact was that they were only beasts
With no sense of piety but raw animal instincts
And inability to comprehend finer sentiments.
With only the awareness of hurt -
Hurt at separation and nipples ready to burst.
Kamani Jayasekera |
