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Poetry
You,
being rude...
You being a morning star
In my dark world
Pleased my depressed heart
On and off, in my dreams
You being a fascinating flower
Under this sun and moon
Spread your sweet fragrance
Mesmerizing the innocent hearts
You being a torrential rain
In this illusive world
Inundated the promenade of pious souls
And absorbed the wetness of purity
You being a conceited flower
Blossomed in a tabooed distance
Challenged me to flutter my wings
To hurt you if possible with my brevity
You being a cruel deceiver of romance
Pricked my heart with poisonous thorns
Grievous hurts caused by you induced me
to shed my last breath under the shade of illusion
Of your love
When my blood mixed with tears
Overflowing the banks of river of adoration
You, hand in hand with a smart Bee
Frolicked with utmost insanity to hurt me
Though my confused train of thoughts
Tempted me to hate you bitterly,
The policy of taking revenge was far cry from me,
So, remaining unmoved, I let my affection
To wither in my dreams and noticed you flying
Up up and away, with your dream star....
With the spreading of darkness and loneliness
A thunder storm mercilessly put you both down
When painful whispers echoeing in the air, asking for life,
A bolt from the blue, took my breath away
My eyes were being blurred, total darkness
Enwrapped my vision.
My wings being lifeless, I struggled and lay on my memory lane.
My heart being benumbed, I lost my cries
In the depth of my eyes.
We both being rude, became soulless puppets
In a world of illusion.
Sudath Jayatissa Hewamadduma
Loneliness: Heart vs mind
Outside is the darkness
Of the very cold night.
Above are the cloudy skies and
Before me are the trees
That bend as winds blow.
No soul in sight and
I am alone...
With thoughts of life and love,
meaningless to anyone;
but not myself.
Thoughts too vague to remember;
Too important to forget.
They bring intense darkness
Inescapable and self-pity.
Oh wind you spark fear
As you scurry before me.
yet you are unaware,
How your life would be....
Still I smile in my mind.
It sees loneliness nowhere
It knows this is a
Time of deepness.
Time of true happiness.
Thus no grief in me to lament.
Yet loneliness is too strong;
To allow any rest.
D M M Mevan Dissanayake
Let me go back
Let me go back to my childhood years;
No worry or trouble - None such fears
Sailing smoothly on waters calm,
Away from gales storms: A soothing balm
Le me go back to school days so,
Happy and jolly the days did go,
From home to school how we went,
And vice versa how we spent.
Let me go back at eventide
Kandy's hill and dales with friends did hide
And seek play; Amidst bushes and trees; what fun?
Happily, merrily playing together all not one
Let me go back at set of sun,
When to our home we did run
To study sat: to knowledge gain
Spent much time with books not in vain.
Let me go back when we did kneel
As a family in prayer and feel
We need a power to keep us strong
To keep us away from wrong.
Norma Perera
Lord Rama and Seetha
The history of the lord
The history of his life,
The banishment to the forest,
To obey his father's wishes;
The war with the King Rawana,
To rescue Seetha,
Coming back to his homeland,
Coming back to rule,
The sadness that followed,
Is history and also,
A divine love story for all of us.
S R Vivekananthan
Flower and the bee
At the break of dawn
A humming bee
Sits on a dew bathed flower,
In a placid lotus pond.
It draws in the nectar
Without abusing the flower
And then moves on,
With a sense of contentment.
The flower nods its head with glee
In the chilly gentle breeze.
A symbolic gesture
To other bees
To have their fill, as well,
If they so desire.
Oh! What a magnificent spectacle.
And what a multitude of wealth
Mother Nature has to offer
For a nature lover.
Sunanda Mahawela
There's a girl in my heart
There's a girl in my heart
Who makes me stronger - in all the day and night
Who tells me wonderful secrets - with a touch of amusement
Her beautiful thoughts - is a mix of
sorrow, joy
Making me believe.
Always keeps my heart warm,
with her goddess blessings and eternal love
I wonder the fact that
she is a girl of power of love, affection
keeping faith in my soul.
Giving light - shining as a bright sky
in the night sky.
She is a wonder girl - pricks my conscience
Reasoning of what to believe and when to believe??
Makes me wonder? Makes me think??
About the Reality in the world....
When I close my eyes,
I can feel, I can see,
Her charming figure,
waving at me like a fairy.
I love the way she guides me,
in the life circumstances.
There she is,
making wonderful memories to refresh my mind.
Sometimes, left me to think alone,
In a place, where I could dream about my aims,
A fantasy place, - which could be the place of my destination,
where I can make worthy choices,
The choices which makes my mind to live happily ever after,
but not for the survival.
Neelika Abeysuriya |
