When you love someone,Does it hurt you or does it heal you?When you love someone,Do you feel every breath you take catching with the butterflies in your heart,Calling you home?When you love someone,Is it supposed to terrify or comfort you?Because I think I’ve been loving you,But darling, it’s slowly making me wantTo kill myself while staring at a night skyFull of stars. -Rtr. Barani Imasha
Don't tell anyone, But I miss the sound of my phone ringing past midnight, The sound of a soft voice in my ear, My hand strained from holding the phone for hours. Night after night, My phone kept ringing again and again, And I slept in the morning, My head heavy and my eyes hurting, Yet I couldn't stop smiling. It's pathetic to think of, But the soft voice after midnight was my source of comfort, and I craved it like water, every starless night. Every waking moment of my day, I spent thinking about our conversations and the smooth deep voice of yours. So every night I stayed awake till late, waiting for my phone to ring. -Rtr. Vibhavee…
Life blooms when you begin to live.When you smile through the pain,And let your heart brim with sunshine. Ce n'est pas toujours romance,Sometimes, it’s the souls we stumble upon:Those who fold us into their warmthlike we were always meant to belong. Family. Friends. Strangers.Even the quiet boywho meets your gaze with a blush. Life is fleeting.So love,boldly,gently,as much as your heart can hold. -Rtr. Senali Senanayake
I stare at the field of grass, the ponds of water forming in the muddy path, the stream of water falling from above and I think, Of disappearing from this world, Like the rain that falls into the ditch and flows down, To thread on a journey into the afterlife. I think of my hands wrapped around my neck, Squeezing with my bare fingers, Till I choke from the pain. I think of my nails dragging down my skin, Wishing it would lead a bloody trail behind, And break my skin apart, ripping my body into strings of flesh. I wonder what it is I lack, Of why my silly little hopes were crushed- Till I stare at my reflection,…
Roses were red,The whole world was blue.I was telling you everything,Since the day I fell for you.Nine suns rose in March,Pushing us from warzone to comfort zone.The shine in your eyes I’ll never forget,Your smile stole all the pain.Favourite songs of yours were being played.Dopamine volcanoes are eruptingWhen you are with me.You are so pretty,Even more than the flowers I gave.I was not shaking,Cause my love was true.The smell of romance,Defeated the smell of Tacos.When the whole world supported us,I felt the warmth of your hand.While looking into the most beautiful eyes,I said “¡Te Amo!”To the moon and back, I’ll always love you,Here I am, Mi Vida,Waiting till your butterflies are born… -Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe
Say you remember,The days of youth we yet so oddly treasure,The days on this sandy coast we used to play in leisure,To the magic kingdom of sea,we promised to lead each other,Searching for hidden mysteries and bountiful treasure. Hidden beneath the silver liningsof water,Reside the friends & foes alike.And we thought of conquering the city of Mermen,And rule through day & night. We were so young when our heart yearned to dance so freely,On the soft sand white and silky.The day we found stars on bare land,Under the red sun and shiny,believed I saw the vast ocean in your eyes blue and glassy. Following the path we once threadedunder the evening sun rays,Hand in hand, leaving nothing but our heart's…
There were the days of New Year around Diwali. In a thrashing place of the village Vadod, the heaps of reaped harvests were lying ready. Daughters and daughters-in-law of Jaga Patel while sowing seeds were dreaming of receiving new clothes and new ornaments. Cold breeze was blowing. Pearl like water drops were raining on the soil and hem of chundadi of women harvest reaper were fluttering. In the winter sun, bright, thick granules of millet were laid in a thrashing place. Jaga Patel stared at the pile of his own millet. This green millet grew so abundantly that Jaga Patel could not embrace its vastness in one glance. In the early morning, Jaga Patel’s sinful motive overpowered his mind. He…
On the throne of Muli in the seventh generation there was one Chachoji. Once the king of Halwad Kesarji, the king of Dhrol and Chachoji went together to take a bath in River Gomti. While taking a bath, the Rulers of Dhrol and Dhangdhra kept many vows; but Chachoji took the vow, ‘Whatever I have with me, I would give to my mendicants.’ All three pilgrims went home. Gradually two great Rulers gave up their vows but resolution of Chachoji was very risky. He was ready to sacrifice his life. The Ruler of Halwad provoked his Dasodi Charan. The Ruler gave promise to Charan that if he will break his religious vow then he would give him whatever he demands.…
In the northwestern region of Sri Lanka, in a village called Andara-waewa, a remarkable child wasborn. Hitihami was considered a true giant by size and strength. From an early age, he displayedextraordinary strength and an insatiable appetite. By the time he was seven, he was consuming fourquarts of cooked rice daily. As he grew, his strength became legendary, effortlessly catching haresand mouse-deer with his bare hands. At just twelve years old, Hitihami asked his mother for food before setting out to clear a chena.Armed with two bill-hooks, he completed the task in a single day. He then instructed his father toset fire to it and continued working tirelessly single handedly building fences, sowing millet, andeven preparing a tawalla large enough…
In the mighty kingdom of Magadha, there ruled a fierce and ambitious king, Rudrapratap Singh. He was a warrior like no other, expanding his empire through blood and steel, crushing enemies without hesitation. He saw himself as invincible, destined to be remembered as the greatest ruler in history. One day, an old, blind sage, Rishi Rishaba, arrived at the royal court. The court fell silent as the frail yet commanding figure stepped forward. The sage needed no invitation, nor did he wait for the king’s questions. Instead, in a voice that echoed through the grand hall, he declared: “O mighty king, beware. Your own flesh and blood will be the cause of your downfall.” A murmur ran through the court,…