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Poetry
Still not late
The dark - the ignorance and wrong vision
Fades away with the succession of light
Like the moon escapes from the dark clouds
To illume flora and the earth around.
Man who is twisted and blended
With crave, desire and ambition,
Is shrouded with mild cold pale
Distress revenge, nihilism and depression.
If you see the cause and the effect
And the effect becomes the cause
You see the nudity of reality
That's nature and correct sight
Useless logic and arguments drive the reality far,
Claiming to possess things draw lines to divide.
Equality and kindness help refrain from all sins
The mind that develops sublime love always wins.
It's time to plant the seeds to harvest in future
The moon in the heaven has begun to mature
Let the past be gone keep ready a wick to be lit
Evade complaining dark; allot time for, like a writ
Wasantha Thilakarathna
Thoughts
They crawl, frolick, gallop and flood,
Uncontrollable at times, unpredictable load,
Unintentional crafty or even humane,
Dominate, fade away to appear again.
They represent memories, joyous or melancholy,
Thoughts of past, present of future endlessly,
Unfathombale, fleeting, hibernating, torturing,
Angels, demons, agonizing facets, even smiling.
They built civilizations, monarchs, societies,
Revolutions, cruel wars, progressive inventions,
True, they contributed, developed, destroyed or razed,
"Bouquets are your thoughts as well as brickbats.
They're contributive, creative, mind-blowing, mature,
Babilonia, Maya, Sumeria, Machu Pichu, cultures,
Exhibit your great workshops, their productivity,
'Thoughts' you are a fusion of power, skills amazingly.
In memoriam Capt Emile Jayawadena
In our home town of Moratuwa
People always called him captain
He flew spitfires and dakotas
In the golden age of aviation
I certainly could never be the pilot he was
I probably would never be as good a human being either
I would only be the captain's son
I wish I could tell him this, but i can't
He is long gone
That is what is so sad about it
I'm sure those of you who have lost loved ones
With things unsaid
Would know what I'm talking about
Capt Elmo Jayawardena
Invitation
Fly,
Over the mountain of time
To see the mark of
The fountain of love
Which started flowing
Through mossy stones
Sans any disturbance;
But..., untimely dried up
Due to the heat of
Cold climate!
A Jayalath Basnagoda
Serendipity
Driving down south
on a rainy day
I was stuck
in a snarl up
behind a monstrous truck
While waiting impatiently
for the traffic to move
my mood turning ugly
a charming scene
captured my jaded eye
Forming an orderly line
on the side of the road
a proud mama duck
was taking her gaggle
of six adorable chicks
for a waddle in the rain!
This endearing sight
dispelled my ugly mood.
The traffic started to move
A smile replaced my scowl
Feeling calm and cheerful
my equanimity restored
I continued on my way
singing my favourite ditty:
'Row Row Row Your Boat
Gently Down The Stream
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily
Life Is But A Dream!'
Chitra Premaratne-Stuiver
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