Shadow of my life......

Looking at my childhood

I can remember

How many hours, had my head

laid in your comfortable lap.

Still I feel your warmth

Although I am so far away from you......

You protected my life,

With your strength and handful of glee

You leave a smile on my lips

And never give me a chance to cry.

You bless me for all courage

At all times

Amma, be happy!

Now I’m there

Where you wanted me to be

That’s because,

You are the ‘shadow of my life !’

Chathurika J. KASTHURISINGHE
 

Where are you?

Wind may blow here and there

Come and go like dew in the air

Day by day the life will be fair

That’s what to hear from you I care

What you teach me,

the way they share

Being the shine which,

guides my bear

You were the candle when,

dark is there

Thought that you are,

a one of the rare

Proud and loved we were, the pair

Got or nothing to dare

You have gone and still I’m here

no one knows now, you live, where

Malmee PREMARATNE, Galle

Sabotage?

It was a glorious morning

With the golden alchemy

Of the sun, brightening the surroundings

Where a boy of about seven,

Was looking fixedly at the sky

With a contented grin,

Which displayed a gap,

In front of the upper pallet,

Due to a missing tooth;

His study and wirey body,

Looked quite active and healthy,

And his sole attention was with the sky

In spite of the hot sun.

He was proud of the height

That his kite had soared.

The next moment,

His contented grin was turned

To a horror,

And then a fear of cry,

As his kite descended rapidly;

Like a hunted bird,

It struck at last,

on the barbed-wire fence, close by,

Bringing a drop of tear,

In the eye of the boy!

Was it due to a change

In the direction of the blowing wind?

Or was it the Sabotage

Of a rival?

S. T. Pushpananda

Poetry of Place

Now that we have moved from personal poems into poems about the world around us, it is time to explore poetry of place. Poets have memorialized places in verse for about as long as there have been poems. In a place poem, the poet attempts to capture the spirit of a particular place, and perhaps use that place to reflect upon either the events in their life or the events that have taken place at that location.

Things to remember when writing a poem about a place

The more vividly and distinctly you describe the place you are writing about, the easier it will be to draw your reader into any other themes that you have in mind.

Themes that arise out of the description will be the most likely to take root. Look for details that blend well with your thoughts.

The more meaningful a place is to you, the more likely you will write about it with passion, but sometimes it is more interesting to look for a location you don’t know so well and imagine a history for it.

You are a poet, not a reporter. Don’t feel as if you can’t change the occasional detail. Just be aware that if someone with knowledge of the place reads it and catches the differences, it might annoy them.

When you can, it is a good idea to actually be at the location you are writing about when you write about it. Plenty of poems have been written after the fact, however. Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey was written five years later, and it may be the most famous place poem in the whole literature.

Lived a dream of one or two days

And a rainbow coloured dream it was,

Butterflies fluttered in light,

Fairy lights shimmered in dark

Loving were the mornings,

Laughing were the days,

Evenings were soothing,

And the nights embracing.

Rose hued hopes,

Rapid heart beats,

Long awaited moments,

Mesmerizing illusions.

Minutes ticked away, days passed by,

Hopes drifted far where I could never fly,

Yet another dream it became...but

A dream I still live-in time to time

It’s touch still in my heart,

It’s fragrance still in my days......

Ruwani

Y ?

Sometimes I’m smiling

Sometimes I’m laughing

But, I’m the only one who knows

That I’m crying inside

Because my beloved is far away from me.

If we are not deceiving ourselves

Why can’t God give a chance for us to meet

I need to see you

I like to smile with you

I like to touch you

If all the other lovers can do it......?

Why can’t both of us do it......?

I’m wondering, I’m questioning God......?

I’m half dead finding the answer......

But whatever happens

I still need you,

Because I love you.

From - Colombo

To – Kandy

My Generation

Forever... forever will we fly?

Love this life and just try -

Try to see the beauty while lining the dots,

Filling each puzzle, tying every knot;

In a broken world we are a ‘Lost Generation’.

Stressed and rejected to make our orations.

Now machines have spawned in every direction,

Always present to make your correction.

If you try to fly, they will clip your wings;

Oh yes! These are dangerous things.

Live through and fight another day,

One day your plight will have just pay.

They will block, if you live your way,

And if you become their clay,

On our paths you cannot stay.

Friends of my generation, condemned to their mind.

One day will be the time for our kind.

So wait... we will come up on their games.

And claim our fame and there will be no shame.

Shanez PERERA

All in a day

All the roads are closed today,

How my mind is peaceful?

When the whole world is silent,

I feel like starting to write this poem.

Sometimes the phone was ringing on and off.

Girls are wearing lovely kits,

Walking wearing noisy shoes,

They are going up and down,

Smiley faces and mischievous walks,

How happy am I working with them?

When the sun set wings are blowing- Till the end of the day

Sujatha GALAPPATTY