Teen Thoughts

The silent cry

I ask,
Why didn't you allow me to see this world,
You allowed me to live in your womb,
For a couple of months.
I was slaughter in cold blood,
And buried in the cold, dark earth with loneliness.
Mum, couldn't you hear me,
and couldn't you feel me,
I'm a part of you mum...
Before I thought
If you live for hundred more days
Then I want to live for hundred more days,
Minus one second.
So, that I'd never have to live without you.
Coz, you are to hold me Mum...
Was it a secret sin
You just wanted to console your mind,
By putting me in to this situation,
I too need to take a breath,
And announce to the world,
Yet, it has a another mouth to feed,
Can you dig me out from this cold dark earth,
And give me safety and warmth in your arms,
Mum... just give me a second to live on earth...

G. A. Nishmi Rasangika, Faculty of Law, University of Colombo.

Shall I love you

When a little bird passing through the grasses,
He asks from a little plant,
Isn't it a matter, if I love "U".
She waves her head,
That little bird used to live
On that tree,
The bird kisses her lips
Which is wet by the morn mist,
She waves her head to his need,
When the time passes he felt that
The little plant loves the wind than him,
She always waves as wind blows,
He was hurt by that,
He asks from her,
Can "U" fly with me to the east,
She refuses,
The little bird flys away to the east,
And lodges on another tree.

Chathurika Priyadarshani Perera, Kadawatha. Dampage, Mahara.

Thank You

You have seen through me
Seen my weaknesses
The hidden strength I have
You did not allow me to fall
You made me think wisely
Your loving thoughtfulness
It's in everything you do
How can I Thank You
For showing I have won
You are the most
Inspirational figure
In my life.
- Thanks a million -

Devika, Negombo. D. Nissanka.

Wake up child, my Dear

Wake up child, my dear from the deep
Drunken sleep,
Where dreams never come true
Neither happiness nor joy lie there.

Evils disguised as fairies,
Sweet notes from their talkative mouths
Claim as true leaders and heirs
Of golden land, this.

Everywhere foreboding lies,
Fairies raise their pleading hands,
To the western skies
With welcome notes.

Conspiracy and treason,
Brought the imminent split
Greater than the historical split
Impossible to restitution.

The land curse,
Not for your laziness,
But for the bloody sacrifices,
Of your ancestors.

Gamini, Kitti, Sapumal and so on....

An other historical turning point has come
Then, wake up child, my dear.

Fine chance, do not delay
If not, lamenting forever
Remember, still you are
Under the blessings of the tree which stands majestically

Leave not. Past not.
For the generation next.
The golden sword seeks your mighty fist,
To dismember every evil root.

S. N. Jayatissa.

Evening

At the end of bitter trauma,
Nice evening,
After long time.
No rain, no pain,
No thunders, no tears.
Warm and windy,
Free thoughts,
No bounds, no limits.

Walk on the beach,
What about park,
No, I like a long road,
Silent and clean,
Nobody to glare.

Warm sun pushing back,
But, wind will take the sweat,
So many thoughts,
Flow with wind,
No stop, why stagnate,
Fresh and free.

Sweaty little finger,
Coy hair,
End of the eyes,
Raised eyebrows,
Smiles to mix in the wind,
And feeling of closing home.

But,
Where are you?

I. Chandrasena, Rajagiriya.

In the battlefield of life
(To all those who are sick of chasing dreams and climbing trees)

Ten soldiers,
All exhausted,
Stood in the battlefield of life.

Disguise was their strongest weapon,
Tears were their trusted healer.

Remorse, nostalgia, regret and sorrow
Air is filled them all.

The wind of futility,
Carrying the smell of wasted lives
Was blowing across.

Darkness was veiling,
Birds were flying back home.

But the soldiers stood at the same point.

Pitiful souls were left with their shattered dreams.

Battle was lost.
Hope was gone.
Energy was wasted.
Soldiers exhausted.

But
Why don't they let go the sorrowful memories?
Why don't they ignore the harsh wind?

Fear not dear soldiers for this is not the end.
One lost battle past, you should become stronger.

And be winners in the battlefield of life
Where eternal battles go on.

O. Lecamwasam.