Category: The Love Gazette

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Voice of thoughts on self love

By RotaractArts 0

When I no longer find comfort within my own self,happiness seems obscure,as my heart creeps towards the depths of darkness,yearning for affliction….Pain caresses my soul,gently breaking it piece by piece.I see no stars bejewelling my skynor shrouded wisps of cloudsto capture an artist's eye.The note of my lyre has become dull,My life like lukewarm coffee,bitter and unappealingHatred,spreads through me like a plague….. But there are moments I wonder,How the sky can still be prettyeven in the absence of stars and clouds,For there are myriads of shadesto unmask it's beauty.Can't a dull melody ever be soothing?To please an ear which accepts change?Will a coffee ever be unappealing ,warm or cold,To someone who loves the taste?So why dwell on lingering hatewhen there…

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To My Grandma With Alzheimer’s

By RotaractArts 0

Sipping morning coffee; every day holds the same;Age-old wrinkled eyes pour ceaselessly over the ‘Mirror’;Repeating insignificant words, and phrases;Chanting them like a mantra,Hoping it will stir some fragment of understanding; some clarity.Grasping at straws, struggling to make sense of her world. They were once bright,Beheld her surroundings in all their vivid coloursNow dimmed, fading awayGradually turning faces out of focus, blurring them outLike a camera losing its touch. Her hearing is just as badImagines music in the haunting quietWhispers to the walls, and watches over cold corpses on the bare floor.Some nights, the whispers turn to screamsPanic sets in and pierce the dark with its shrill sharp resonanceUnable to distinguish dreams from reality. Her memory follows her eyesAnd all that’s…

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The Best Love I’ve Felt

By RotaractArts 0

One day , a girl sat on her chair, looked at the sky and took a pen.     - To the person I love the most !   Today in this night time,   I asked God the reason   behind these blessings   and he showed me a path   where I can only see you !   I know that,   you don’t want to make    me a queen as no longer   I would feel your embrace   It’s your love and spirit   which brings me here   as simple & sweet !   So, I know that    every girl needs a hand   like her dad    and it is a   …

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A Bond that Never Makes you Tired

By RotaractArts 0

Love! How would you define this four-letter word? For me, it is the very foundation of our breath, the existence of our lives, and the beauty of our journey. From birth to the point we live our lives, every moment and phase is connected with the concept of love, and I believe that it is the most beautiful human emotion that anyone could get. The very existence of human interactions is created by this, and if you know the actual consequences of love, you’ll surely turn into a beautiful person, as love is such a powerful feeling. When considering the many personas of love, you'll get a handful of them, as it takes all forms, from parental love to being…

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වෙනස් නොවෙනස් ආදරය

By RotaractArts 0

මා දැක නැත ආදරය කියා කිසිවක් දැනුණු ලැබුණු ලැබදුන් හැටියට එය මෙසේ යැයි සිතනෙමි විශ්වාස කරන්න... ඔබ දන්නා ආදරය නොවුවත් මා උගත් ඒ සොච්චමත් ආලය මැ වෙයි සිනහවට කඳුලට ඉපැදුමට මළගමට අප හැමට මං තනන්නා වූ මහා බලගතු ආල මන්ත්‍රය... මුළු හෝඩියත් මදියි ආලෙ ගැන සිතුවම් කරන්නට එයින් නවතිමි මෙතැන් සිට… අමතක නොකර දුටුවොතින් ආල වැඩෙන යමක් තිබෙනු අහුමුල්ලක නො පමාව හදවත බෙදා දෙනුමැන කාට කාටත් පහසු විදියට ආදරය නම් ඒ මැයි... ~Rtr. Hiruni Aththanayake

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කඳුළු සහ මතක

By RotaractArts 1

නෙත් අගින් ගිලිහිලා පිටු අතර සැඟවිලාමතක සැමරුම් පොතේපද වැලක් බොඳ කළා සිතුනේ ද එය සෝ කඳුළකැයි කියානැත, නමුත් සිත් තුටු ව ගිය දවස් සිහි‌‌වුණාපිටු අතර ගැවසෙද්දි හමුවේවි දැයි සිතාකඳුළු අතරින් තව ටිකක් එබිකම් කළා ⁣පිටෙන් පිට පිටෙන් පිට එහි තිබූ කවි කතාටිකෙන් ටික ටිකෙන් ටික තනිකමක් ළං කළාමැකී ගිය සෙනෙහෙකම් අද නොමැති බව කියාකඳුළ වියලී මතක පද අතුරුදන් වුණා - Rtr. භාග්‍යා නාරන්පනාව

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Façades

By RotaractArts 0

"So, Duamma, do you have a boy now?" The question that I had been dreading came up during dinner. Right after Thaththi asked the question, Ammi and Malli, too, expectantly looked up at me. Suddenly, the savoury pasta lost its taste and tasted bland in my mouth. I put down my spoon, took a sip of water and forced a smile as I denied having a "boy". Maybe they tried to hide it, or maybe they intended for me to see it. However, I saw a clear relief in my Thaththi’s eyes and a visible disappointment in Ammi’s. Malli, being who he was, made a disgusted face at me. As I picked up the spoon to eat again, my entire…

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දෑස් අද්දර

By RotaractArts 0

"අහේතුක ප්‍රේමයක කතා ලියවෙන්නේ ම ඇස් කොනක් අද්දරක කාට කාටත් හොරැහින්" සියුම් සර තත් පිරිමදින හඬමගේ දෙසවන් සනසවයිමන්ද්‍ර ස්වරයක් නොවේ නුඹෙ හඬළයේ සුසුමක් උපදවයිහිම පියලි සීතලක් ඇවිදින්සිත කොනක ගිනි අවුළුවයිදෑස් අද්දර තවත් දෑසක්මැකී නොමැකී හිනාවෙයි දුර ඈත සිටියාටකවියක්ය නුඹ මිහිරිනින්නාද වන්නේමඑහි පදයහදවතේ සිර මැදිරිනුඹ ලියන කවි පදකඅග්ගිස්සෙ හරි ඉතිරිනවතින්න අවසර දනවත්වා කියවිල්ලමේ හිතැති වදනකට නොපෙරළුණඒ මිහිරි පෙම් කවේරසභාව සැඟවිලාගියාවේ සයිබරේහිමි වෙන්න උරුමයක්තිබේ නම් දෛවයේඑය නුඹම කියාවිදෑස ළඟ හෙට දිනේ Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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A Cup of Comfort for Self Love

By RotaractArts 0

When I had to write for The Love Gazette I was wondering what to write. The love we experience from family, friends or partners is the purest form of love. But apart from that, it came to me that self-love is also important. I am sure you have heard the saying “You were born a winner because among the millions of cells that contain life, ‘you’ had the chance to see the light of this world. From that moment onwards you have come a long way! A doctor once told me that “we have thousands and thousands of neurons electrifying within half a millisecond to work our commands. We, within ourselves carry the most valued objects; a heart and a…

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Bruises

By RotaractArts 0

My parents say I was a pretty babyPeople had turned back and staredPraised them for making;A beautiful baby girl Soon School turned the praise to tauntsAnd Home turned the taunts to cracksI get the smell of zinca familiar metallic taste The blood dries on a crumpled tissueI drop the blade I used.I carry abandoned cities in my ribsAbused borders on my thighs I look at myself in the mirrorI’ve turned my face into a riotMy hands are a civil warIn between my knuckles are small coloniesAs rich in culture that castes me out I hold myself at night as I rock myself to sleepTelling myself no man will love me.After all, what man wants to lie in bed and watch…

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