Tag: RotaractArts

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…

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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

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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…

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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…

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Whispers of Love

I’m seven years old, sitting amidst grey walls, staring at the smiling old woman. She tells me to smile and that I look prettier when I do—psychologist; too heavy of a word for such a young child. She tells me everything will be fine, but it will take time. Smiling takes less effort, I learned, and I keep that in mind for the rest of my life. I love you, I whisper to her because she does understand. And she does care, she does give her ear to the dilemma of a seven-year-old sad a little too early in her life. I’m nine years old when I walk into my mother crying. Her face was blotched with the weight of…

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The true sense of love…

Love is a divine sentiment that ties people together in some kind of a passionate bond. And it is a heart-to-heart conversation and connection that exists among people. The affection, care, fondness, and tenderness combined together can be defined as love. It’s a feeling of strong attachment that almost every creature yearns to have at least once in their lifetime. And this love is even powerful enough to decide a person’s progress or downfall. Hence, love is as sweet, precious, and vibrant as spring violets, and it can even be as bitter as a deathly hemlock. The love is sweet or bitter, as per the circumstances. People go through and experience different phases of love throughout their lifetime. Everyone learns…

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To My Grandma With Alzheimer’s

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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A Bond that Never Makes you Tired

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

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

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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