Category: Blog Series

To the One the Skies Whisper About

Though I have never seen you,You dwell in the quiet recesses of my heart,Like flowers blooming after the storm’s embrace. I call you God of Rain,For your presence is a tender melody,Whispered softly through the heavens above. Are you real,Or merely a fleeting dream I’ve yet to meet?Still, I wait beneath the cloud-stained sky,Hands open to the hush of falling grace,Hoping one day your rain will find me. -Rtr. Tharushi Dineshika

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When You Love Someone

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

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“Ring”

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…

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Ce n’est pas toujours romance

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

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“Raw”

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,…

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Butterflies are born…

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

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The story that never ends…

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…

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“Yellow”

He bloomed like the yellow flowers on the street, Next to the pile of rotten leaves and weed.  I do not remember the name,  I knew once when I was younger,  More innocent and stupid. The petals were far apart,  And there were no pretty butterflies to suck its nectar.  I went to smell it, for the bright yellow enticed me,  But there was nothing.  All I smelt was the wet concrete of the road, And my feet with slippers were covered in mud.  The rain poured from above, crashing onto my frail umbrella And the wind started to blow.  But the petals never fell,  And I didn't want to go. -Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra

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If Love Was An Hourglass

“If I ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself” Someone once asked me, “What does love mean to you?”. Simple as it may seem and yet only a fool would pretend to know the answer to a question of that nature I thought. For what man or woman is capable of stringing together the words necessary to provide such a nuanced response? But am I not human? Am I not allowed to feel? Am I not allowed to have a perspective that is subjectively my own, I wondered, unsure if I wanted to respond at first. We sat in silence until I softly replied. I think love is a great many things. It is the bearer of fruit.…

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மானிட சக்தி எமது பார்வையில்

பாரதிதாசன் பாரதியை பின்பற்றி ஆரம்பத்திலே பாடல்களை எழுதி வந்தாலும் பின்பு இந்தியாவிலே ஏற்பட்ட கடவுள் மறுப்புக் கொள்கை கடவுளை விட மனிதனே மேலானவன் ஆகிய திராவிட வேறுபாடு போன்ற அறிஞர் அண்ணாவின் கோட்பாடுகள் அவரை ஆட்கொண்டமையை அவரது பிற்காலப் பாடல்கள் வாயிலாக அறியலாம். இந்த வேறுபாட்டுத் தன்மையை வெளிப்படுத்துவதற்கு அவரது இளமைப்பருவத்தில் "எங்கெங்குங் காணினும் சக்தியடா-தம்பி ஏழுகடல் அவள் வண்ணமடா" எனப் பாடத் தொடங்கினார். இது இவரது அறிமுகக் கவிதையாக அமைந்தது. (செல்வநாயகம். வி 1965 : 162) பிற்காலத்தில் அவரது கவிதைகள் கடவுள் மறுப்பு குறித்தான விடயங்களை அலசி ஆராயத் தலைப்பட்டன. " பஞ்சமர் பார்ப்பனர் என்பதெல்லாம் என்ன? இவை பாரத நாட்டுப் பழிச்சின்னத்தின் பெயர்த்தோழி ஆலயம் சாமி அழைத்தவர் யாரடி அறிவை இருப்பாக்கி ஆள நினைப்பவர் தோழா ஆண்மை கொள் ஏக பனிக்கு பரிந்தென்ன? அவர் அன்பெறும் நன்முரசு எங்கும் முழங்கினார் தோழா கோல நல்லாக குறித்தது தான் என்ன? கோயிலென்றால் அன்பு தோல் மனம் என்றார் தோழா! இந்த வரிசையில் தான் பாரதிதாசனின் "மானிடசக்தி" என்ற கவிதையும் அமைந்துள்ளதைக் காணலாம். இக் கவிதையில் உலகிலுள்ள அத்தனை…

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