Category: Editorial

“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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Exploring Teyvat Beyond the Gacha

The term “Gacha” can be relatively new to a majority - but not for those who have at least some roots in the gaming field. While Japan is where its origin lies, the way it paved through games is, well…at some point, it all comes down to “money-making.” But hear me out- have you ever experienced a gameplay where you can freely run as the wind, glide as a bird, and even dive as mermaids do? And all of these come with super amazing visuals and animation? The scenery, the characters, and most importantly the deep lore that carries the game forward? And not to mention how much fun you can get joining your friends in-game!  What if I say…

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Do I love everything? Do I hate everything?

Love is such a chaotic little word-kind of like that sibling you secretly hope was adopted, isn’t it? One minute I’m obsessed, the next I am side eyeing it like it just stole my last fry. I’ve been sitting here debating with myself for the last fifteen minutes about what to even say about it. Dramatic, I know. But here’s the thing—what I love today might be the very thing that annoys me tomorrow. Take this, for example: a cozy, rainy evening with a bowl of cheesy ramen in hand (small portion, of course—can’t risk getting fat), wrapped in the fluffiest blanket while watching a rom-com K-drama. Sounds dreamy, right? But wait, the fan must be on, blowing my hair…

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It’s the little things I fall in love with

Having something you love is not just about pursuing happiness. I believe having a passion that you can turn to when you are feeling too much of any positive or negative emotion is necessary. We can love anything, be it a person or an inanimate object, but having that emotional outlet truly helps make a more stable, grounded person. For me, it's the small things in life. This might seem like a cop-out because this could mean anything and everything. But truly, what brings me pleasure is a coffee on a cold evening, a new episode of my favourite series, a new song from my favourite singer or even revisiting a book or song I loved long ago for that…

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මා කියවූ අපූරු පොත

පොත් කියවීම යනු එක්තරා ආකාරය ඇබ්බැහි වීමකි. විවිධාකාර ඇබ්බැහවීම් අතර යහපත් ඇබ්බැහි යක් වන මෙය තුලින් අපට උකහා ගත හැකි දෑ  බොහෝය.කුඩා කළ පටන් ඇති ආසාව නිසාම පොත් කියවීමට රුචිකත්වයක් ඇති මුත් සෑම පොතක්ම  මා ඇලුම් කරන්නේ නැත. එසේ ඇලුම් කළ පොත් අතර ඉහළින් ම පවතින අපූරු කතාන්දරයක් ලෙස මහින්ද ප්‍රසාද් මස්ඉඹුල මහතාගේ මැයි මාර ප්‍රසංගය දැක්විය හැකිය . සාහිත්‍යය මාසයේ දිනයක විශ්ව විද්‍යාලයේ   සිංහල අධ්‍යන අංශයේ පැවති පොත් ප්‍රදර්ශනයකින් මිලට ගත් මේ කෘතියෙහි නම ඇසූ සැනින් මා මුල්වරට සිතුවේ මෙය කවි පොතක් වන්නට ඇතැයි යනුවෙනි. නමුත් මෙහි සැබැවින්ම ගැබ්ව ඇත්තේ අප්‍රකාශිත නමුත් අපරාජිත වූ පිවිතුරු ආදර අන්දරයකි.සාම්ප්‍රදායික ආදර කතා මෙන් නොව මෙය අහිංසක හිත් කොනක තනිවූ අපූරු ආදර කතාන්දරයක් ලෙස දැක්විය හැකිය. කතාවේ කථානායකයා වන සමිධ අතුලසිරි යනු සාහිත්‍යයමය…

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