Sunday, March 27, 2011

අතරමං වූ රස්තියාදුකාරයා






දේශන ශාලාවේ
අන්තිම පුටුවකට බරවී
දහසක් සිතුවිලි අතරේ
අතරමං වී
ගොස් බොහෝ දුරක්
මනෝ ලෝකයේ
පැමිණියා ආයෙමත්
රස්තියාදුව නිමවී...

නීරසයි ජීවිතේ
ගෙවනා මේ දේශනයේ
සුදු පුවරුව පමණයි
අහගෙන ඉන්නේ
සංකීර්ණ සමීකරණ අතරේ
මං මුලාවුනු මොහොතේ
නිදිමත පමණයි
තනියට ඉන්නේ...

දුවනා මේ තරඟේ
දුවන්නන් වාලේ
එකිනෙකා පරයමින්
හරි හදිස්සියේ
නෑ ඉමක් කොනක්
නෑ අවසානයක්
අපි මේ දුවනා
සමාජ තරඟේ...

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Middle of nowhere


Standing on a road
which leads me blindly
to a middle of nowhere
can't walk behind
to find a way back home
like nothing ever happened...

Can't walk ahead
lost in my mind
trespassing forbidden lands
filling with guilty thoughts...

I want something
to have my own
a precious thing to care
to keep with me everywhere...

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Butterfly’s Departure


Little Butterfly
untimely took away
first ever silver ray
hidden in the dark sky

New born Butterfly
calm like a stone
cold like a river
just like a rainbow
come and gone

I wish he is not gone
then there are two little angels
she may got a big brother
or she may not exist

I may see him
through her eyes
but I don’t know
is that him
hope one day
he will come back
and walk beside her
as her little brother. . . .

 Broken Trust Trust is like salt you wouldn't notice when it is present... But you feel bad when it is absent... Broken trust like a cru...