The promenade

I walked along the street
As I kept my eyes
And my mind opened
No one was there to trouble
No one was there to criticise
There, I was walking along the street

There were children
Without parents
There were wives
Without husbands
There were tears
Without kindness
There were
Living creatures
Yet being not alive

People cry and sigh
As they were fancy free
And wild
Neither God nor the mother nature
See through their hearts
And realise the pain inside
Hands were empty
As their hearts and minds
Only those certificates
Made the youth alive
as they have come near
Of this damned awful life

There were no palmists
To read palms
As the destiny has denied
Their souls, and
All the lines on palms
Were vanished due to heavy work load

I walked along the street
As I kept my eyes and mind opened
Until I felt
Near the dead line,
That I've killed my own conscience.....

Imalee Ranasinghe

Forget for now or forever?

Do you ask me to forget the times I shared with you
Or the times you made me happy?
The times I thought there was nothing beyond you
The times I acted so crazily laughing to myself..
Or the times where just the thought of you brought a smile to my face...
Or the way you comforted me..
You were my only reality
My only thing and my everything
Life was so sweet to me...
But all my hopes shattered by just the words that came out from you
How could you even say my love for you was mere chance.
You have no right
I love you today as I did from the beginning and will love you forever
With all my
Heart..........

Shamira

Pardon me!

You had an eternal love
That never changes like the Taj Mahal
But,
I had a temporary love
Like clouds that changes its form, movement to movement
Your love was genuine
Like the sun and the moon
But,
My love was fake
Like a drop of tear
You had a kind heart
Same as a mother
But,
I had a cruel heart
Like that of a tiger
I admit,
You loved me a lot
And never forgot me
Pardon me!
I couldn't understand your love,
And your heart correctly
Past is gone, now is the present
Reality is that,
We have lost ourselves
Although,
You haven't won the race of love
One day,
You will win the race of life
Because,
You can understand someone's sorrow
But,
I will be defeated on both the races
Because,
I didn't understand one's sorrow....

Nadeeka

 Autumn

When I got your love
As a flowing fountain
When we bid farewell
Dropping tears from eyes
Dreaming for the future
With your extreme kindness
Do you know......
You are the only one
Who reached my heart

Chaminda Weerakoon

From the Inner layer of my soul

The sun sank low behind the forest rim
Leaving only the deep dark on the sky
Neither the moon, nor a star
So silent were birds, so silent the shade below
I thought my heart is gonna be dumb
But it still sings about the lovely sun beam

The lovely sun beam is meant to dim
The sleeping star never knows about my sighs
I was burning from the inside of my soul
With the dead hopes and silence infront of my door
I thought my heart is gonna be blind
Cause I still wanna lie lapped in a dead dream

Lie lapped in a dead dream makes nights so grim
Having neither sweet lullabys ,how can I be fine....?
I know in the next moment sun will come soon
But "My Sun" will never rise to my world any more
I thought my heart is gonna die
But it's still alive since it tunes the melody you taught to me "My Sun"...

Darshani Uthpala N. Nagahawatta
 

Oh! My sweet little angel

She lived among the colourful butterflies,
Beside the garden of flowers,
That emanate the sweet fragrance
Wherever I go, whenever I go.

Are you a red rose?
I asked her lovingly
Oh! "I'm not a rose," said she
Why? asked, kissing her soft cheeks
 

"Rose has thorns though beautiful
But, I'm so innocent" said she,
"I may be a Jasmine",
"Why?" asked I.

Though not so beautiful
It gives you the fragrance
One day it is me that
Brighten my alma mater.

I hugged her kissed and kissed,
Thought, I went mad
Is it a dream?
Oh! my sweet little angel is no more....

I cursed the flood,
Forgetting that I'm a teacher.
But everyone may forgive me
Realizing that I'm really a mother...

Gone are the days with sweet memories of you
Dark is the class with seat vacant by you
Difficult is the task that to be in the class
heavy are the tears of teacher in the class
May you attain Supreme Bliss of Nirwana!

Sandaseeli Sinhabahu

 The act of writing a poem

Some people just sit down and write. They don't have a plan or even a topic in mind. They simply sit down and start to write. Sometimes it takes them a while to get started, because they don't have a set idea or method in mind. At other times the muse strikes them right away and before they know it, they've created a poem. Today I want you to think about your process of creation. First off, do you have a process? Secondly, does that process seem to work for you? Here are some parts of the process to think about, along with some typical answers.

Where do you write?

* at home
* at work
* at a coffee shop
* on the bus/train/drive to work
* outdoors
* at a desk
* at a table
* on a comfy sofa
* in a hotel room
* in bed

What tools do you use?

* pen
* pencil
* notebook
* journal
* 3 x 5 cards
* typewriter
* Computer
* PDA
* tape recorder
* dictionary
* thesaurus
* plenty of snacks s music