Hours seem
Like days since
The day you
Left me

All I do
Is looking skyward
With my tearful
Eyes and
A heavy heart

You don’t answer
When I phone
As you used to
Before

Guess want to
Be left alone
In her heart

Hard to be alone
But if it’s my destiny
I ought to

I loveth the way
thee behold at me,
i loveth the way
thee kisseth me,
i loveth the way
thee maketh me joyous,
i loveth the way
thee sayeth, "i loveth thee,"
i loveth the way
thee toucheth me,
i loveth yond
thou art with me,
and fain yond
thou art mineth

I am feeling
Alone
A wrecked seraph
I am feeling
Alone
Listen to my heart

I've loved you
Don’t give tears to
My eyes
Without your love
I’m depressed
And lost

Come and save
Me before me
Breathe my last
Wherever you’re
I’m by you till the
End of mine

You don’t know
That you’re my
Life and all
Come back to me

Rainy Days Have
Come To Make
Love With Bliss

Buds Awaiting
Bees To Dance And
Give Company

Thrush' Looking For
Worms With Gay With
His Pals

Tenderly Leaves
Awaiting Worms To
Dance With Love

Boy Next Door
Awaiting His Fiancee
At The Doorstep

Old Man Sets Fire
To Enjoy The Warmth
Of Rainy Night

Yet You're Unwilling
To Make Love In
Presence Of Rain

Oh! What A Waste
Come On
Let's Make Love

I entreat tonight
the sparkling Light
might
surround you

I entreat
by day
that, come what may
no dark thing confound you

I entreat before tomorrow
an end to your grief
May seraphs
sing, and astonish you

May this be a real prayer for the little children & moms of GAZA

(Let us stand against killing people of GAZA)

My Dearest Mahakanadarawa,
What a joy to
Have a friend like you
For giving me strength
The way you do
For lifting me up
When I am down
And putting a smile on my face
When I am wearing a scowl
Thanks for being there
And helping me grow
Your companionship means a lot
For me,
My dearest
Mahakanadarawa

(Mahakanadarawa is a huge water reservoir located 15 km away from Anuradhapura. A lot of people whose economy is based on farming and fishing depend on the particular reservoir for years. It gets dried up in absence of torrential rain, but has been able to keep some water to meet the needs of such innocent people.

A fisherman happened to tell me the story with great sense of attachment and love while having a look at the reservoir with a heavy heart. I wish he could pen down his words, but he could not write a single word. Accordingly, I had to express his love and attitudes towards the
Mahakanadarawa Reservoir on behalf of him).

- The Sunday Observer

thousands of miles hence
human beings just liketh thee and me
art being bomb'd to death
news of mourning families
art being telecast
by hourly news and albeit
w'rld agnizes syria's
up-to-date condition
v'ry few has't seen the pictures of
blood and drops of sorrow and deep t'rr'r
ign'rance at its most wondrous
the west at its most wondrous
can’t we best committ'd
rath'r than reactive
wherefore doest t taketh so much timeth
people to realizeth
yond massacre is occurring
and liveth art being t'rn apart
as we sitteth tranquilly at our dinn'r tables
abundant with pea soup
and roast'd chicken
and want of caring