Once upon a time,lived a fool and a priest.Fool, who desire crime,with a heart of a beast. The Priest save him no prayer,but some wine & crumbs of bread.For his heart so heavy with desire,flames ignite the skin while he bled. Once upon a time,the Priest loved the Fool.Oneday,he forgot his church rhymes,and that was a change of rule. The Fool said,"My dear, dear FedyaI please to kill."And everybody could swear,it was wet in red down the hill Rtr. Chamodi Peduruarachchi
Author: RotaractArts
Which is the right path? The roads are now too foggy
When I was little, and knew nothing of the worldI was drunk with dreams, knew I'd make it to the top.Now I wonder: which is the right path? The roads are now too foggy,the starting line is dim and must be thorny.(The fairytales they poisoned us withare breaking us.)I'm Icarus who flew too close to the sunand burnt his wings;the fall has broken my back and I let out a wail.My dreams—they are like a kitethat is snatched away by the windalong with the ghost of me who wants to try.They are flying high—so high—out of reach from me. - Rtr. Michelle Perera
For My Mother
You are my everything Mom, You are the infinite sky of my life. You are the deep sea in my life. And you are the rainbow in my life. If you were not my mom, my life would have been in thick darkness. If you were not my mom, I would have lost the spirit of my life. Mom, You are my everything... -Rtr. Rebeka Hewavitharana
Purest Love: A Baby’s Embrace
She gazes upon me,with pearls of radiance,inviting me to a world sublime,where words fall short,yet her eyes weave tales,as profound as the endless sea,A timeless reminder of ‘love’. At times I ponder,how can this tiny soul,grasp the feelings of all?A love so gentle,yet fierce in its claim.A love so precious,spanning a thousand miles wide. - Rtr. Raziya Lareef
Month in Review: August & September
Yes, exams are coming up but the Month in Review team couldn't resist updating you on some of the most exciting and interesting events of RotaractArts, so take a break, and read away! -Co-Editors. Club Service Avenue The inaugural project of Club Service Avenue, ‘Sweet Grass’, by the Rotaract Club of University of Colombo, Faculty of Arts, was held at Viharamahadevi Park on August 19, 2023, the event was a remarkable success. The park transformed into a vibrant hub of engaging activities, showcasing the club members’ dedication and organizational skills. From interactive games to artistic stalls, ‘Sweet Grass’; brought the community together in a memorable way. Kudos to the club for this fantastic initiative, and we are excited to see…
About Love
Love is diverse. If we think from the beginning, our lives start with our mother's love. We are bound first by the love of our parents and siblings. I am not about to talk about that love, but that doesn't mean it is not worth it. This is about the love that can create a heart illusion at the first sight of someone you have never met before. My effort is to tell you how to love someone the way I feel. Love knows no bounds, whether it is owned or not. But the love of those who love without trying to gain it is amazing. Simply put, before saying I love you, you must have an idea of the…
Title: An Extract from a Diary
03.07.2021 I love to see people in love. Yet, I wonder if it's safer to unlove. My cheeks don't form any dimple when I smile. Nothing looks good on me. I don't have doe eyes either. Not pretty. Definitely unlovable. All I've got is betrayal. The only compliment I get is ' why are you so pessimistic '. Is that even a compliment?. I haven't achieved anything in my life that could make my mother happy. I'm the useless and the worthless. How am I supposed to love myself when I can't even define who I am? They say that the strongest form of love is self-love, yet is it possible to love yourself when you don't even know what…
The War on Love
When we were littleIt was differentHand in handFreely we ranWe laughed at the voices We didn't talk aboutThe great riftTwo worlds but oneWe lived, we lovedWe defied the voices I don't remember whenBut it changedWe fought but in vainHer people, My peopleThe voices screamed Torn between love and fearTorn by our differencesShe lost so muchI lost too muchThe voices claimed victory We are older nowWith children of our ownWe whisper to themHate different, hate herWe are the voices - Rtr. Batya Peter
An Unbreakable Bond
Sibling love is a story that unfolds over a lifetime, filled with shared memories, laughter, support, and sometimes even disagreements. It often starts as soon as the younger one enters the world, and for me, it was no different. I vividly remember the excitement and curiosity that enveloped my older sister when I was born. To her, I was a tiny bundle of wonder, and she was my protector from day one. Our shared memories from those early years are like precious gems. We played together in the garden, climbed trees, and built sandcastles at the beach. These were moments of pure joy and boundless imagination, where sibling love thrived in the simplest of adventures. The teenage years, however, brought…
Embracing the Soul: The Artistry of Self-love
Self-love is the gentle embrace we offer ourselves in a world that often demands perfection. It's the realization that our worth isn't determined by external validation, but by the deep understanding of our own inherent value. It's an ongoing journey of acceptance, compassion, and forgiveness toward the one person we will be with throughout our entire lives – ourselves. In a society that frequently emphasizes comparison and self-criticism, practicing self-love is an act of rebellion. It's a commitment to nurturing our physical, emotional, and mental well-being, acknowledging both our strengths and our areas of growth. Self-love doesn't mean ignoring flaws; rather, it means acknowledging them without letting them define us. At its essence, self-love is the art of crafting healthy boundaries, acknowledging…