Rose and the Desert Rain

A rose had dried
without affection
Life had dried
without attention . . .

Rose is dying
in the middle of the desert
crying over the rain
waiting for a change
all her efforts are in vain
to keep the desert rain . . .

She weeps all night
pray for the god
not for the silver or gold
just for her happiness
pray for a desert rain
falling from the heaven . . .

Just like a nightmare
rain had fade away
no more hope for life
tears can't make a rain . . .

Am I her desert rain
who gave her life again
got to move away
making a dryer day. . .

Broken hearts

Broken hearts

like broken glass

can't fix it up

even you try

can't make it back

as it used to be. . .

two people

one wish

get desperate

when it breaks. . .

All it need

a healing touch

waiting for light

knocking on heaven’s door

to feel alright

wish for a change

with broken pieces

holding on hands

trying to fix them together. . .

it's like a puzzle

so many pieces

never know how far

will it go with broken hearts. . .

Saying goodbye for the love

Love is always strange

Never know how fall in

It’s a magical touch

To heal the soul. . .

It’s so hard

To lose a magical touch

If the touch is deep

To the bottom of the heart . . .

Love won’t enough

If we can’t hold on

Tragedy for someone

When a situation comes

To draw off a deep root

Keeping permanent wounds . . .

Bleeds a lot

Deep inside

Weeps a lot

No one knows

Silent sorrows

Can’t hide more

Say goodbye

But not from heart . . .

Marriage

Just like a sour mango
seems delisious
but difficult to eat
like a water fall
beautiful to see
but danger to swim. . . .

Days will sweeter than before
nights may longer than before
new rules , new routines
with complicated commitments . . .

With the time goes by
some may fed up
some may giveup
may find new paths

whatever it is
it's a strange thing
a complicated relationship
should keep it fresh

Two people get togeter
try to make it better
trust and understand
better to have both together


two doors are waiting
one to the heaven
one to the hell
no come backs
no second chance
it will be a heaven or hell
by just a matter of selection . . .

Either side

Keeping the foots

two places at a time

to fall in to a either side

with the time roll by . . .

Can’t run after one star

if the sky is so high

Maybe another is waiting

just near by . . .

Life is like a river

Freeze in winter

Dries in summer

Overflow with rain

But anyway continues . . .

Picture frames may change

when choose one side

Pretending it’s fresh

but yet it is not

Things may retain

at the bottom of the river

in the dark corners

but whatever it is

still life continues . . .

Dark November

August breeze

blowing around

it keep whispering me

November going to be dark

like never been before

because the October

won’t be sweet

like it used to be . . .

Moon light won’t enough

when the sunshine gone

cursing the dark sky

desperately search for light . . .

How many sweet months

spent without knowing its gold

if there is no more sweet months

rest to remind them all . . .

Precious things in life

bad, if we can’t hold

if it slips through fingers

maybe one finger tip away

if hand is not long enough

to hold it tight

it will make a void

in the middle of the heart

will fill with sorrow and regrets

while watching it going away. . .

Frogs in the Well

A frog in a well

knows only about the well

stuck in the same hell

never seen beyond the well . . .

People live in islands

Island mentality surrounds them

living in their own fantasies

thinking like superstars

but they never know

the sky is big

tiny star is not enough

to light the sky

may never realize

they are just frogs in a well . . .

Time for a change

to come out from the box

everything is globalized

open economy makes you blind

one may lost in it

keep the eyes open

watch it carefully

cross it safely . . .

Never seen dad

After the honeymoon

he went back to his duty

but he never came back

to his lovely wife . . .

She is waiting with hope

because she had a new life

growing inside her

waiting to see the sunshine . . .

She gave a birth

to a sweet little child

of a brave soldier

who never see a dad . . .

දෙබිඩ්ඩෝ

සුදු වතින් සැරසී ඇවිත්
මුව පුරා අඳි සිනාවෙන්
දෑත් එක්කොට නමදිමින්
රවටාවි අප යලි යලිත් . . .


දුරක් ගොස් අප කර මතින්
ඉහල පුටුවල වැජඹෙමින්
පොදි ගසයි කෑදර කමින්
කරති වින උන් හැම අතින් . . .


කොමිස්, පර්මිට් ලොබකමින්
ගසාකන්නට කැසකමින්
කපති හොර ලී පටවමින්
මත් කුඩුත් ඇත පතිරෙමින් . . .


හොඳ මුහුණු උන් පෙන්වමින්
ටෙලිවිෂන් ඇත බදු අරන්
මල් වට්ටි අත ගෙනියමින්
දෙබිඩ්ඩො යති පැජරෝ වලින් . . .

Broken Angel

Sooner or later

Sky will be darker

Life may become harder

When the good time over . . .

Too far the horizon

To see the brighter sun

Another miserable day

End up like same way . . . 

She had to marry to a man

Who don’t have a space in her heart

Because it filled with love

For someone else she needed somehow . . . 

Nothing else matters

If she can run to him

But lot of barriers

All around them . . .

Her life is like a grave

No more tears to save

She keeps her eyes close

Suffers alone, a lonely rose

She believed in her fantasy

Dreamed, wished and prayed for her legacy

It didn’t do any different

Reality don’t allow for miracles . . .

Differently able

He is not disable

But differently able

It is not a barrier

To feel like others . . .

Free to feel love

Like anyone else

Never segregate them

Saying disable . . .

Helping hand

Little bit of love

Full of caring

With some affection

Will be a better gift

If you can give them

To make them feel

They are not alone . . .