Never Let Her Go



Soaked in blood,
Her white cloak remains.
Not even a million drops of water
Will wash the stains away.
Masked by pain and tears,
Someone mourns.

A bright, burning flame
Snuffed out in an instant.
The lively sound of a heartbeat,
Silenced by death.

A deed so wrongly misjudged,
The price paid so high –
The pain too hard to fathom,
A rain of tears crashing down,
A mother loses her child.

The strength fading away,
The happiness for ever lost,
The joy in life no more,
The eerie silence that lingers,
A father mourns his little girl.

Sadness choking their thoughts,
That empty space at the dining table,
Where secrets, wishes, hopes and dreams
Can never be shared,
They weep for their sister.

Never forget her endurance,
Never doubt her bravery.
Embrace her fighting spirit,
Cherish her afterglow;
Remember her name
In every waking moment,
And never let her go.
And never let her go.

– Ayodhya Bandara Perera



The Moon slowly shedding it’s light

Waning grey clouds, hiding its might.

A red glow, rising, heralding morn

As I rise from bed, to another day born.

Listless and weary, from yesterday’s rest

My mind ajar, body dulled, by being not at best.

A candle lit, facing East, trying with zest

And, prayers offered, no, not my best.

Lonely and forlorn, my lot today

Yet, endure the day, I must, without delay.

As shadows lengthen and daylight fades

Swift to its close, this day, with darkening shades.

I pray Thee O! Lord, Thy comfort I seek

This night, abide with me, my earnest plea….

– Chris Defonseka


මට මතක
පොඩි දවස්වල
එක දිගට
මල් පිපුණු
මහ ඉඩම

සිටුවා පපුව උඩ
කොන්ක්‍රීට් කණු
කඩා සහෝදරකමේ දම්වැල්
මීටර ගණනට
සීයලාගේ සොහොන් මැද්දෙන්
මහ ඉඩම

නිල් දිය ඉනූ
මහ ළිඳ
දඬු මුගුරු පාවෙන-බොරදිය
මල කා දිරන
කප්පිය -පනිට්ටුව

තේජස් මහ ගෙදර
සමතලා වුණු බිම
මහ පොලොව බදාගෙන
වැවෙයි රට තණකොළ

යළි මල් නොපිපෙනා බිම
තුඹස් පමණක්ය
උනුන් පරයා නැගෙන….

– සමන් විජේසූරිය(ගොල්ගොතාවේ සීපද කාව්‍ය සංග්‍රහයෙනි)


He thinks she’s asleep,
As He tiptoes towards their divan.
Gently moving the gossamer curtain that separates the two of them,
He leans in,
Takes hold of her hand softly,
Places it to his lips and sighs.

I see the slight glint of a teardrop in the fire light.

He touches the iron handle of the door.
He is ready to leave.

The slight stir of satin sheets,
The tender gurgle of a baby
Stops him.
He turns,
And looks at him for the last time.
The baby smiles,
He smiles,
They have parted.

He pushes the iron handle of the door
and takes a step outside.

I hear the doleful mourn of the wind,
I hear the distant melancholia brought to life
By an unaccompanied flute.

The moon, so serene yet so dismal –
Feels the pain of this inevitable goodbye.
She shines her brightest,
paving the way for Him,
As He mounts His steed
And embarks on His journey;

To find the missing element of Humanity.

– Ayodhya Bandara Perera

When I first met you
I booked a room in your space
Together, we were a heavenly match…

Green valleys, with flowing waters
Yet, sometimes, impediments blocked our path…
But we were never afraid
Our love and togetherness, conquered all…

Two score years now gone by
Never noticed the passage of time
Especially, with you beside by my side…

Another year soon to be
I am, this time, leasing my room,
In your space, for the rest of my life…


– Chris Defonseka

He was a Man in his youth
Covered His Manhood
With a musty piece of Cloth
Dangling hair with mud and dust
Darkened skin with so many scars
As He strolls sheepishly on the road
Came to a standstill
Bent over a muddy pot-hole on the road
Greedily drank the muddy water
And quenched his thrust
He looks so despondent
In a dismay I thought
Once He would have been somebody’s Son
Surrounded with so many Loved Ones
Now he belongs to non
Lonely under the Burning Sun…



-Tiny W. Sahabandu

The Love between two,
Seal with a Band of Gold,
To be secure & strong,
With the blessings of all,
The instant symbol of a marriage,
Is the Ring…

Begining or end hard to find,
Right or wrong within the ring will be pardon,
Even if it’s right out of the Ring will be harden,
It’s a thorn on a finger,
For a pair, who is always in anger,
For those who hold Love in their Hearts,
Till death they do part,
It’s the same Blessed thing,
The Gloden Wedding Ring…


-Tiny W. Sahabandu

On the Dial of a Clock
The Struck of a Second
Is just not a Second
It’s already stolen our Lives by a second
So silently it’s passes unseen
The Cry of a Birth
Soon turn to a lament of the Death
A Youthful Laughter
Smoothly flows to a cries of an Older
No halt, nor Return
Goes Faster than the Wind
Quicker than the mind
What it takes is the Lives of Yours & Mine


– Tiny .W.Sahabandu