Dear "Appachchi"
The Sun was bright
He blessed me with his light
You and I met for the first time
You as the father of my boyfriend
Your innocent face, kind words, love
Made me to feel you as my own father
For the second time we met in July
Aiya and I
We had lots of dreams
To share our joys, sorrows, laughter with you
To make you happy during the evening of your life
For the third time we met
But you were a silent listener
Eyes were closed, mouth shut.
What happened to your loving smile, kind words
You are not with us
You went to heaven on 11th of August
I know God likes to take good people to him
But who can be our loving 'Appachchi'
Though it's the reality. We cannot bear it
We wish you 'Niwan Sapa'!
It's the greatest thing we can do for you....
(Dedicated to our loving Appachchi - K.W.M.G.G. Punchibanda who
passed away on 11th of August 2010)
Sachithra Silva
The guidance
My son,
I say to you
It is upto you now
To fly away from the nest
Fly, fly, fly away
To the endless sky.
From the day
You come to my life
My mouth fed you
My wings saved you
My heart bathed you with love
Outside the world's waiting
Not a fairyland it will be
Unless you listen
An alien you'll be
When the dark comes to the sky
You'd soon go away
When the sky begins to roar
Better you would bravely hear.
I'll show you the way
Up to you it's to choose the way
But don't go higher and higher
You'll lose your way
Ashi Liyanarachchi
Beatles' poetry
I built a time machine, from parts of clocks, computer discs
A microwave and bits of mp3
I held on tight and turned it on, despite the frightful risks
And headed back to 1963
I made it there okay, and hid the time machine away
I doubt the people there could understand
That someone travelled back in time to hear a pop group play
But this was not some ordinary band
I bought my concert ticket and I queued for the show
I had to pay with cash, and that was hard
Quite luckily, I'd thought to bring along a bit of dough
They'd never even heard of Mastercard!
The crowd was restless as we waited for, what seemed, an age
My seat was great - the centre, second row
I felt fulfilled, my lifelong wish: to see them live on stage
And here I was - The Beatles' first rock show!
The spotlights flared, they ran on to the stage, I waved at Paul
I tell no lie - I'm sure he waved at me
John said hello, and welcomed us to scream and have a ball
Then launched into "I Wanna Hand Your Knee"
Your what? My God, what's happened? Then they sang "Red Submarine"
When "Black's in Baby" then their "Honey Don't"
Was "Honey Do" I knew it was that blasted time machine
I'd put the mp3 in back to front!
They rocked to "Sergeant Salt" and then they sang "Holing a Fix"
Then "Whitebird," "If I Stood" and "Love Your Hide"
"To Ride a Ticket" followed up with "When I'm Forty-Six"
I sat there going crazy and cross-eyed
"She Hates You" came on next, was followed up with "Why Ask Me"
"Before the Night" and "See me What You Tell"
The "Better Should Have Known" was sung in perfect harmony
A mop-topped-pop-band-rock dyslexic well
Then "I've Faced Just a Scene" was medleyed with "It's Only Hurt"
Then "Never Saw Her Standing," "Shout and Twist"
When "Do Me Love" came on, backed up with "Lucy in the Dirt"
And "Me Me Please" I started getting into a fix.
I leaped up on the stage right in the middle of the song
I glared at Ringo, urging him to stop
I shouted at the audience: "The lyrics are all wrong!"
And George said: "Come on, mate, it's all Rock Pop!"
Salvation
I am not a boy
Blessed with a sliver spoon
Since my birth
Suffering is my known hobby.
"What happiness means"
I know not
Bitter experience in life, perhaps
May be the happiest memories.
That's how I believe
Some talk of parents
I haven't met them yet
My friends gossip
"Death is the only legacy"
That binds us and eternal bliss together
I like to embrace death
Not to enjoy eternal bliss
But enjoy the bliss of eternity in death.
Dharma Kaviraj
Memory
That memory
In my heart
Deep, so deep
It will never leave me
Now it is a part of my soul
It reminds me every second
How quickly the life can change
How easily the dreams can be broken
Then,
How difficult to rebuild it
How hard to handle it
How dare the destiny is
Now
After losing every thing
I am looking for something
Because I know
I will never get the things I lost
But as always
Something is better than nothing
- Umesh Moramudali
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