This heart of mine.

The more you wound  heart cut with love blade  make me bleed , bleed and bleed  leaving line , scar and scratch  every second , every hour , days into months months into years the more strong this heart thread becomes like trees that take deeper roots in storm that it is never satisfied  and does not say 'stop , now enough'. Instead, it takes tours from pavement -gut to streets  and ancient architect extracting histories,  laughter , word , ways of gaze , your broad smile, cheeks -puffed, so glorious like a dew...

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Life is all about scoring Amma points.

Wish we all had Amma powers. Amma knows everything. Yes. Starting from what to eat. What to drink. How to wash. Everything. Basically. I, 23 now, stays home when the rest of the family goes out for their work (Only if there’s nothing for me to do out). I often gallivant . Habitually. For no reasons sometimes. Staying home alone is not easy. You get random text messages from Amma. Once you are done with your homework, please clean...

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Did you find the leader in you?

Do you recall being a class monitor? A prefect?  Team captain? Scout? Girl Guide?  Not every one of us would have been all these. Some might not have had the chance to lead. Some might have. But they were shy. And they gave up. Or they thought they don’t have the right qualification. A fire breaks out at your neighbor’s. Think you were walking pass their house. It’s quite normal for you or any other passer to look what has happened....

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Poetrying.

He 's a poem and I'm poetrying him in more than a foot note it is not less than an end note with words that don't exit line- free and sorrow -cut and too sweet  even sweeter than his eyes , heart and though...

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Light Bending

This wave and grain In line and perspective  collected from earth’s core to gravity’s effect and lessened on light bent and traversed, is memory –made a history squandered, a love gone waste of a mad man’s conquest, so fickle but adept. They come in color not those of a painter’s color palette But of thorn- road, wound and longevity or ripple laughter and teardrop that is said in the book of life. And Everything in...

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These kaneru blooms , on the other side of the debokkawa

ඔය දෙබොක්කාවට එහයින්  එක යායට බිමට නැමී ඇති  කනේරු මල්  පිපේවිද  ඉරාගෙන අහස් ගැබ  ඉරු එලිය  එබෙන්ටත් කලින්  හෙටත්  අද වාගේම ? වැව , නුඹට මතකද  ගිය අමාවක අඳුර  නුවර වැව හොවාගෙන  වැඩිය සීතල සුළඟ ? ඒ සුළඟ වඩීවිද  ආයෙමත්  පුරපසට ? අඩුමතරමින්  ඊළඟ අමාවකට? නිදි නැතිව  බැලුම්ගල  එන එන සෙනගට  සොඳුරු ඝන අරණ  පෙන්නමින්  මුමුණන හීන් වැව් දිය  ඉඳීවිද මේ වගේ  දෙතොලඟ සිරවුන  මතක පද අහුලමින්  ආයෙමත්  හමුවන...

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