In a world where nature and mankind entwine, A tale of hope, where the sun and moon align. With laws that nurture, and economics keen, Sustainable development, the ultimate dream. Nature's canvas painted with hues so grand, Forests, oceans, deserts, earth's endless land. In the fragile balance, where ecosystems thrive, Laws stand as guardians, ensuring all life. Environmental laws, with purpose profound, Protecting the earth, with a watchful eye around. Air, water, and soil, they safeguard with care, For a world that's healthy, clean, and fair. But some may question, do these laws impede? The engines of growth, where industries lead. Yet herein lies a tale untold and true, Economics and nature, in harmony they brew. For sustainable development, the…
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Thoughts of the Flawed – II
We never knew each other heart to heart, Never talked much, My views being misguided by what I thought to be true. Yet, at the moment fire enveloped your resting soul, and the heat seeped into your dry flesh, And your body became charred and melted, Turned into ashes, We were closer than ever. When I breathed in the air filled with the smoke of your burned corpse, We were one unlike before . - Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra
Thoughts of the Flawed
When time comes to say goodbye, We cry to soothe the pain in our hearts, Am I less human because I shed no tears? We make no effort to see the living, Yet we find time to see the dead, Am I allowed to regret the lack of memories? The pain, the hurt, the emotional scars carved over decades, We forget them in a second, Am I foolish to repent over the mistakes of childhood? When Death visits and wraps his ghostly claws around my neck, Am I allowed to tell him no? Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra
The Fool & the Priest
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
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
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…
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…
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…
And What of Love?
On MarriageA coy smile from the bride, a shy grin from the groom. The moment they’ve waited for their whole lifetimes is really happening. One year down the line, a new addition; four more years and another one. The two become four. And what of love? Well, see it's complicated... the husband goes silent, saying “Yes” to what the wife says is the way to survive. Happy wife happy life. The wife, she’s overwhelmed with her career, looking after her kids and making a home for them. Heart’s bitter, the husband seems to lay around all weekend and do nothing of the housework. That’s the woman’s job he says. Inside he’s crumbling from work pressure, wracking his brain thinking; how…