The wise man who didn't believe
 The night was cold
Dusty and sandy wind brushed all over my face
The other two looked quite determined
Not having the slightest intention of stopping
Until they found the child whom they were longing to see.
I felt lonely, tired and deserted
Where could he be?
Why is this baby so special?
I wondered...
"We're about to see the Manhood of the Master" they said
But I didn't understand and I didn't believe
"Look the star has guided us" said Mechoir and pointed a humble cattle
shed
"But...how can this be? We were off to see a king" my heart screamed.
As we stepped closer I saw a new born baby laid in a manger.
"I brought gold, for the kings of kings" said Mechoir and knelt beside
the baby
"And frankincense for the priest of priests" said Balthazar.
Now it was my turn
"Come forth Gaspar" said the other two.
I took the myrrh I brought and knelt down, undecided what to say
Suddenly, the baby looked at me
His innocent eyes smiling at me,
And I saw a vision.....yes, a vision
I saw love, guidance, kindness and suddenly
A CROSS!!!
The baby was still smiling at me.
"And myrrh I bring, for the ULTIMATE SACRIFICE" I told
Everybody was surprised, but I know....yes, I know
I saw the Manhood of the Master indeed.
Christina Jayamanne
Graveyard
 I'm sitting on the bench
Listening to the whispers of the cold wind
Carrying all my scattered dreams away
I'm looking at the starts
Thousand miles away, shining brightly like my life
Used to be; now
Fading and disappearing, like all my hopes are gone
The river behind, flowing gently making no noise
No ups and downs, flowing on an aimless path
Crickets singing their everyday song
All they can do, as I keep lamenting on my past
The shining moon among the dimming stars
Gone away by a dark cloud, like you, my life
Gone away, but the cloud?
World is dark, as it used to be
Before the rays of the moon struck on my heart
But it's gone; all away from the world
Making it, a graveyard of eternal love
Dishan Rajapaksha
A Lecher`s confession for Sigmund Freud
Admittedly, per day
At a conservative estimate
Hundreds, nay, thousands
Of hardcore erotic thrillers,
Are shot, edited and screened
In the theatre of my erogenous mind
Uncensored
Uninhabited.
Jayashantha Jayawardhana
Chamber
 The walls close in
Stifling
If I open my mouth
Hot air
Will rush in like someone...
Forced a dryer between my
Teeth and filled me up with
White-hot electricity
My brain swims in the waves
I'm claustrophobic
The walls close in
Closer and
Closer and
Closer
Till my lips kiss ice-cold stone. My chest
Constricts. Ribs crack like old branches. And with
A gasp and a choked gurgle,
Life evaporates
In scalding steam.
Pawan Kalugala
Nectar and garbage
A couple of tiny cute birds
With a long thin bill
Approached me
At the gazebo.
 I surprised...
They said gently
"You know we are a kind of birds
Survive by nectar only.
Not like before, in this area
All the foliage and flowers
Are disappearing speedily
Therefore, we shall fly over that mountain
And live there forever
Good bye..."
I felt very sad...
All of suddenly
A big rough looking crow
Carrying a carcass of a rat
Approached me fearlessly.
I felt disgusted...
He went on saying
"Let that talkative little ones to go away,
"Don't worry! We shall not leave you,
As long as you dump garbage and junk around you!"
- Dayawansa Kottege
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