My hopeless days
I yearn to lit up
Enthralled
By children’s
Lively faces
Sparkling
With myriad of
Bright colors
Revealing enigmatically
An ancient and sure recipe
An assuring elixir of life…
-Ranjan Amarasinghe
12Nov
Tagged: life
06Nov
Come morning
Perched on the tree
This Bulbul and her family of two
Twitters beautiful tunes
She teaches her little ones
She then pecks the soil
Looking for worms
To feed her young
Come evening
She takes refuge in the tree
And by her incessant chirping
And hopping
She chases away the others
We have come for refuge on her tree
Everything is quiet
I take a peep
The mother, with one eye open
Watches over her brood
While they with their eyes shut tight
Doze away
She is the ruler
–Kalida Lebbe
01Nov
Yesterday was history
Which brought today’s victory
Tomorrow is a mystery
Which could lead to a contingency…
Never think of tomorrow’s mystery
Within this short time u have
Take today as yours and
Leave tomorrow to others…
-Tiny W. Sahabandu
Colombo
Sri Lanka
Night with its sight,
Of moody frightening darkness…
Your light made me delight,
With soft lovable smiles…
Life with its height,
Just like the darkness of night…
Vanished and brightened you,
With your twinkling little light…
– Pradeepani Kulasekara
16Oct
Wreaths and white handkerchiefs in place,
Decked in black, fully made up,
They go visiting
The cemetery is not too far from their abode
Yet they choose to visit only once a year
So they walk towards the gravestone,
Almost mechanically,
So many generations, like cattle,
Simply following a tradition, abiding by the rules
Submissively revisiting
“He was a nice man, a family man”
“Ever so generous, patient, humble, a teetotaler”
Said another
On the verge of tears, just this once
But after fifteen minutes, like clock work
They head home
To prepare for supper
Life goes on
Revisiting him, only a formality!
Navindi Fernandopulle
Colombo 07
Sri Lanka