The night jars
Last mating hoot
Turned the levers of
The monstrous underbelleys
Of the flying dragons
To unleash diabolic fire
Enough to suffocate  & destroy ,
Just as the
Last twinkling stars
Faded  into the oblivion . . .

At that very moment
Behold the rising sun
Spreading joy & warmth
In the eastern sky
To the music of the brooks
And the beauty of mustard flowers . . .

The fine lines
Etching my
Once admired smile
Are  a tribute to
Sorrow and pain
I have borne .

The feigned exuberance
Of the smile
Is just for you ,
M y beloved !

                           From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse, Colombo

I f you cannot afford to forget
Better do not forget------
But forget you will one day .

If you do not want to forget
Better do not forget-------
But a part of the whole is
forgotten one day .

While the forgetting heart
Gets charred repeatedly
In the burning flame
Of forgetfulness .

What you do ?
The question remains.........

                                      From the collection of Mr Gazi Sadeq, Dhaka

Wish to have a taste
Of my love ?
Touch a burning flame .

Get to match the size
Of my love ?
Only the deepest oceans can
Claim .

Like to see the color
Of my love ?
Look at the sunset .

Wish to assess the depth
Of my love ?
Go deep into your heart--
Can you forget ?

                             From the collection of Mr Gazi  Sadeq , Dhaka

Flicker of candlelight ,
A gently gliding boat ,
The world bathed in tranquility ,
The air filled with prayer ,
The riverbank
Teeming with humanity-
An artists palette
Of myraid hues .

A fireball appears
Suddenly from nowhere
Breaking the dawn ,
Painting the world
Orange , yellow and pink .
The heavens  complete !

How lucky are we-
You and i
To share this heaven
For a while !
    
                              From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse , Colombo

How flippant
Can i be
Hugging myself
To keep my heart
From flying
Word to word
Fighting to the end ,
Killing this yearning
Bursting through
The vitals
Of my being .

                            From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse , Colombo

Kissing the feet
Of umpteen lovers
Listening to whispers
Of everlasting love.

It is the magic
Of the purple plains
Which made them
Insane
And bare their souls .

Do not be jealous
Of such closeness.
It is only
A mirage
Woven by man .

You are lucky ,
My Binara blossom
Swaying alone
In a world of beauty ,
Until your breath
Leaves you in a song ,

                               From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse ,Colombo