Blaze

A gusty squall rushed across the engulfing dreary eve. Through the fluttering broken blinds, a withered face peered. Silky tresses ruffled over her constantly glancing eyes, fixed upon the gateway and swollen by ceaseless waiting. At a blink of those soaked eyes did her mind hover back, to the night where their silhouettes danced in the moonlit room, that prolonged kiss, eyes bursting out with ceaseless zest; the perfect reflection of ardent minds of fervent youthfulness. Oh that jilted love, her heart was so feeble to bear. He who fell in love with aromatic eglantines of springtime, sucked that crimson rose and tasted the divinest dewy wine, but now that the fall has dawned, is already a grotesque sight? ‘’Oh, that filthy low-living woman!’’, labeled by their keen spears. Of course she is, if ever the utmost love of purity was to be ”filthy”. Could her stamina abide that tide alone? Or else to cease breath with that little nameless thing already breathing inside her belly...

The light winged dryad; unruly sage, that hovers over a time forgone, swifter than the keen spears in rage, wanders whimsically, when all alone. Thou findst a place to rest thy wings; hardly a rapture, but so oft anguish; all the weary moments full of sufferings, yet to flee the despair, thou seems languish. When my soul is so vexed and retards and my heart could bear no any tide, wishes my soul to swim in Lethe Wards and let thy pain to dissolve and hide. Thou, when will thee ever learn to find a path more pleasant and capture the harmonious bliss of love and concern to dwell forever in eternal rapture -Mihiravi Gunasekara-

Blinded by hate and jealousy,  People turn to monsters, No longer does they adore humanity, Nor does they support the right,  Where has that world gone,  A world which I dreamt of,  A word of love,  A world of compassion,  Hidden within the flames of anger,  Hidden within  the terror of war,  Lies the world I dreamt of,  A world of love and humanity,  A world where right wins over evil,  But is it only a dream? Can it ever be real Can it ever happen... A world which I dreamt of!      By-Irushi Sithumini Kapurusinghe.

Sheen of the land sturdy, Never a legacy of morrow. Renaissance, frenetic and cruel, Enraptured the fame of brain. Eruption imminent, flames will wag, Heart, the land, a pulse stuck hard. Dwindled thrill, wails for the life, Breath of zygote will die in books. Lethal war in a realm of corpses, Hight the oasis of knowledge, Dull and dim, the theme ignited, The contraptions read pages alive, but dead. Dubious life, the dolor arise, Verdure of freedom, parched by the sun, No smile, no life, visage of sorrow, Mundane life amid of books, a curse. Osanda Janandith Thenuwara

Fear                   Dove.........     Foam white dove,     Where are you going,     Are you going to hide?     Be fear to no bang.     You are our expect.     Don't keep us alone.     Even tough you are hiding,     I know......     You are immortal.     No one can defeat you. Osanda Janandith Thenuwara

Brain Perched, glittered, sang in ether, All sight touch the same, Souls of world emerge under might. Indomitable drizzle of the realm, Praised, raised, freedom to a vista. Same, the mind can embrace, Merriness, sheer, over the world shade. Wink of eyes, a taunt, huge in size, For some, elegance, the immortal might. For some, brain, the flag of victory. The world, dances in two sides. Anon, the reality would appear, Fetters for the lives, coarse, The elegance would disappear, Imposing radiance, ever meet demise. Lachrymose mindset in primitive launch, Pristine voyage, later the steps will glitter, Renaissance of the soul, haul the brain, The world of triumph, never become a dream. Osanda Janandith Thenuwara