Tagged: life

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

Life-Dissolves-by-Seconds-poem

– Tiny .W.Sahabandu

Memento

Grandma had mementos of the GREAT WAR

Her youngest brother had left his cozy office job

in quaint old Jaffna town to join the British

Army in Mesopotamia in 1914…

He had returned after four years of desert warfare

Grandma’s photos of her brother’s comrades

Before and after the war

Bright young faces had become haggard,

Wrinkled, old and weary, although still in their

Thirties…

Millions had perished in that war.

He returned to his job in tranquil Jaffna town,

Thankful to be alive…

Sri-lanka-war-poems

– Jegatheeswari Nagendran
Colombo 05

My dear friend

My dear friend

Don’t worry we are friends

Good friends

We’ve much understanding

We’re helping each other

We’re sharing our feelings

When we face problems

We advise each other

Others will create trouble for us

They’ll blame us

They may misunderstand us

They’ll cheat us

They’ll bring more trouble for us

As a human being

We’ve many problems in life

We’ve our own families and children

We’ve a clear mind

We’ve good goals

We try to achieve our goals

Try to study hard

Try to work hard

Work and work hard

Try to over come all barriers

Try to reach the target

Try to help others

Somebody seems to be innocent

Don’t believe them

They’re egocentric

They’ll make things difficult for you

Beware my dearest!

My dear friend

Don’t worry

We are friends

Good friends!

My Dear Friend - Sri Lanka Love Poem

-V.Thaiyeeb

The Masquerade

The world is a

Masquerade!

Twirl and turn with care,

Hurt not anyone

Embrace your fellowmen

With bendiness!

For, behind the masks of

The masqueraders,

Lie hidden emotions,

Untold woes

And stolen happiness

Falsifying the ancient belief

“Face the mirror of the mind”

They continue to dance

With their masks on…

The Masquerade - Poem

-Nuzha Ramzath

The loving gifts you’ve given as a father, have shaped my life, and made me the person, I am today

Your strong sense of virtues and kindness of right and wrong are all part of me

To my wonderful dad, I want to give a special gift, by penning few lines about you

So many of the good things in my life, I owe to you

The way you gave me confidence to see things through

You’ve done so much for me, showed how much you cared, the unconditional support I know it is always there

Dad you are the complete man, it shows in the way you looked at things made decisions

Helped button up a task and touch the heart

You were simply the best dad to me…

Poems about fathers love  - To my dearest dad

-Susheela Makalande Kathriarachchi

The bright sun peers

Through the white clouds

It’s like a gold coin

Gleaming on the snow

Flowers are dancing

Trees are smiling

Birds are singing

When they see the pretty sun

The winds breezes through

Fresh scents everywhere

Birds fly

The sunset flares

The sun, wind, birds, trees and flowers

They always make us happy

They expand

The beauty of nature

Beauty-of-Nature-Sri-Lanka

-Vishmi Kawshalya

Eventide

The light of the sun is waning

The day is coming to an end

The moon in the sky is waxing

It’s light to the earth to send

Workers are walking hastily to catch

An early bus or train

Cars are speeding homewards

Right and left on every lane

Birds are flocking together

Heading towards their nests

Happy about the weather

Longing for a good night’s rest

Eventide - End of a long day

-Elisha Gomes

Lucky Seven

Nine months in cozy womb

Now thrust into a world unknown

On seventh July nineteen seventy seven

A beautiful girl, they exclaim

What a lucky baby, lucky sevens

All the way

Mum’s songs painted a picture of

A midnight blue roof

Sparkling with glittering jets

Silken butterflies in a quest for sweet honey

Resting their svelte feet on velvet petals

Ivory pearls on an ocean bed

Guarded by stately sea horses

What are these treasures

Compared to the warmth of

A mother’s bosom

And the gentle tick of her heartbeat

Music which lulled me to sleep

For nine months

Poem about Mother's Love

-Keerthi Wijekulasuriya

A warm July morning in Sendai

Third week in this unknown city

The people in similar attire

Walking hurriedly

Looked different

 

Their language, food,

Customs and sign boards

All were alien to me

The only consolation was

Multi colored cosmos flowers

And hydrangeas

By the roadside to the campus

Which filled my heart with inexplicable joy

 

It is in the same time of each year

That they bloomed

In our garden

 

It was like meeting

A long lost friend

In this unknown land

Hydrangeas - Known Among Unknown

-Ayoma Wijewardena

Words Do Hurt

Words are of no use
When even feelings are obscure
Going through darkness marks by scars
Just as permanent markers
Forever engraving on our skin and in our mind the followed path
Emerging unscathed is too good to be true
Bad experiences are instructive they say
At a point they destroy us
As time passes by
Until nothing matters anymore…

Words Do Hurt

-Kenzi