A Tender Apology To You

Hurting someone itself, is hurtful,

And painful.

Knowingly or unknowingly.

Physical hurts vanish,

Not a scar left behind.

Hurtful words I shoot,

Sometimes,those that are against,

My precious  thoughts,

I swear.

May last till your last breath.

Guilt follows hurts.

Some have no conscious of it,

While some do really fret.

I regret…

“Words are more powerful than actions”, they say.

I barely agree it now…

Some intently done,

To make the other fall.

Man  is too foolish to exhibit his weakness,

Which in turn is  the strength of “them”

Some unintentional…

Guilt  lasts….

In me…

Tears of apologies…

Am I worth being forgiven ?

Gazelle

Brought up under a matron,
Learned high manners from a Governess,
Laconic in her words,
Vivacious in her speech,
An extreme vocalist,
Sings as wonderfully as a robin,
Never persuaded by flattery,
A valiant affluent Lady
Rode a black che'val.

Men felt an extreme adulation towards her,
No woman could supersede her in the whole kingdom.

She treaded in the ground,
One step,
 Two step,
Floated like a Goddess
Ivory glass shoes played its music,
Blessed by the Goddess of Charm and Beauty,
Aphrodite herself was taken aback,

She came to the ball,
A Princess from Fairy land,
Eyes widened,
"An angel from heaven" - they whispered.
Eros shot his arrow at,
 Prince Charming.
He fell in love,
Who wouldn't?

Fairy tales aren't reality,
To look for your angel isn't easy,
Every  girl could be a Cinderella,
Every boy could be a Charming,
Only if try.....

HAPPY MUHARRAM

True Love

Tears conquer my eyes,
Hot balls of tears.
Wet my cheeks,
Precious tears of a girl,
It showed true love.

To someone who was the world's heartthrob,
Is it the true departure?
I remember the day we first met,
I, actually don;t believe in ,
" Love at first sight"
But my eyes were glued to yours,
Destiny brought us together a day.
When we exchanged our love.

You were a superstar - a singer,
You voiced my songs,
You changed my life,
You made me a star just like yourself.

I am indebted to you,
But fate calculated our lives to be,
separated so soon.
I couldn't tolerate the change in you,
You, a boozer hated vocals.
I cried of thinking of you,
Day and night.

I wanted to see my Rahul,
Arohi's Rahul.

I tried hard to heal you,
One day my dream of  a beautiful life with you,
Was almost a dream.
When you promised me that you'll never make me cry,
I was happy.
" Rahul's dead"
Is all i heard within the next two hours.

I was mad,
I smashed all your pictures and awards,
You were such a coward to leave me all alone in our world.
I wanted to go somewhere no one could find me,
I was scared to live in this world without you.

But you left me a responsibility before you leave,
I am living to make my,
vocals sing for you.
I am doing all what you wished for,
I do it for you,
And only for my ,
Love Rahul.....

                                                                  "Dedicated to Rahul and Arohi in the movie
                                                                                   Ashique 2"

The Greatest Paradox

It suddenly came to a halt. People were disturbed from their sleep. Perhaps, the driver had forgotten that it was his usual bus-stop. Tons of people got in but my eyes spotted a youngster in red. The bus was jammed and it was raining heavily outside. I had to close the window because I was seated next to one. I couldn’t see the guy’s face, but I realized that he was also among the youngsters who adapted to trend of the day. He had a black bag pack but humorously it had nothing as it was so thin. It’s the fashion today carrying bag packs with nothing but those that just sticks to your back. 

His hair was the “funky type” a term used by youth today. It was ironed and spiked. The gel or the hair cream he had used made his hair looked really slimy and shiny.

              I began to watch his moves closely. Every time someone had passed him, he turned very uncomfortable. He was so worried of his hair. He kept on adjusting in every minute someone passed him.

“Issaraha bahinawa” (stop at the next halt) again the bus came to a halt. That boy just came and sat in front of me. I got a glimpse of his face. According to my calculations he ought to be fifteen or sixteen. A small boy who was sunk in the modern fashions.

He continuously caught my attention. He continuously put his hand around his hair and tried to give it a messy look. 100 times did he did his hair. He was fortunate, there a was a board in between him and the driver which reflected his face. I was wondering whether he was going to meet his girlfriend!!! It was ridiculous. It even annoyed me to see him do his hair.

              It was so humorous. But in a spark a thought stuck me. There was a man seated by the boy. HE was wearing a white t-shirt and his hair was all grey. This man kept his concentration on the terrible weather condition outside. The rivers were flooded.

              I saw the two extremes of nature: Youth and Old age. “The greatest paradox of mankind” The boy was highly thoughtful of his messy hair, but he had forgotten that his black shiny hair would turn grey one day. He wasn’t bothered of the worst climate outside. All what mattered to him was to give a handsome look to his girlfriend, I I suppose.

It is the human instinct. He tends to forget of his tomorrow. He lives his life happily today. Religion teaches the right opposite of this. It teaches us to be very thoughtful of the future before taking any step today especially the youth.

“The Seven Ages of Man by William Shakespeare” was before my sight that day. Two very special ages at before me – a reality. I felt it truly in the core of my heart.

Sometime the youth are insensitive to the current world but this boy could be too small to understand such highly political and economic issues, although the modern fashions he’s adapted   made him look like a man.

               I began to assess the two contrasting characters whom destiny had bought to sit side by side. Another halt!!! “Issaraha seat ekak dhenna” (somebody provide a seat)

 The boy stood up quickly and let a Buddhist monk take his place. I was taken aback. I never thought this boy had any religious values.  As far as I’ve learnt as children grow older and older they tend to question religion. The deviate from their religions and get westernized. They aren’t prepared to accept beliefs and values as ancestors dd. But the boy broke my preconception.  The boy had religious values deep down in his soul though westernization ad invaded him.

I turned to that elderly man He kept continuously staring out of the window; unconscious of whatever that happened in the bus.  I didn’t understand except the fact that there are youth with our traditional values. We gained independence from the British a long time ago but the wave of westernization still tries to colonize us.

             This is what we mankind should preserve. As Sri Lankans we have our own culture, values and styles of life. We should protect them and retain them for the younger generation. We shouldn’t let western forces dominate us. The boy in the bus proved it.  Youth would face tremendous difficulty in doing so. They’d be torn between values and trends. We could overcome this, by an effort.

            WE ARE PREPARED…

I wish i could go back!!!!

Memories of Chilhood

Childhood is the most important phase of a human being. We treasure our chilhood days and cherish those beautiful memories throughout our lives. It is the time when we are under the guidance of our parents. They take care of all our needs. It is the period when we gain our first informal kind of socialization. Parents are our first teachers. The provide us with our gender roles. Kids have the tendency to observe since they are three years old. They carefully assess the activities of their father and mother  and evaluate the duties of a male and a female. We go to a nursery holding our parents hands. Parents show us the outer world. But unfortunately we are scared, we cry to go to our familiar environment "home". Our parents decide our lives,then. They wish we gain the best education than any other kid in the whole wide world. They leave us in the hand of our teachers. Perhaps, the next day also we cry and try to stay with our parents at home like the happy olden days.

 Day by day we grow, when we finally are more interested in the outer world than our home with our parents. A sudden change in our desires. We go out of homes far far away for higher education or for better professions. What a drastic change! "My little daughter has grown up. She who once was scared and stayed behind me is all  alone by herself" , a mother would think.
This doesn't mean we should quite erase the memories of our childhood just out of shame that we were so meek and unable to stand alone. It's a great feeling to go back to those days!!!

Do you remember the day when your father held your hand and made you walk?
Do you remember the day when your mother fed you rice telling you beautiful fairy tales?
Do you remember the day when tour parents kissed and cuddles you?
                           The very thought of it brings me to tears.......

We ought to remember them. Don't we?

Yardsticks of Beauty

Cheeks blush in romantic red,
Eyes raise  in joy,
The  houri is  in extreme happiness.
That "Someone" could be servile to you,
To gain out of you.
Learn to differenciate between a
geniune heart and and a fake one.

We already hold the pre-conceeption that,
We are impeccable.
The faults of our actions are conspicous,
But the faults of our hearts is well-concealed.
It's  time to decide
The one who should be praised  as,
"The most beautiful"

"Is it someone who is with sterling qulities?"
OR
"Is it someone who has vile  at heart?"

Quest

Loneliness shouldered the soul.
Darkness clouds the soul.
A depleting soul, I could say.
Green-eyed monsters,
All around.
Waiting restlessly to,
Blow away the light of,
The beautiful soul.
Harsh words of escapade,
And unbelievable,
Faces of humans,
Tortures and troubles the soul.

"Why are people so?"
"Why are people so self-scented?"
"Why do people hurt others?"
Human nature is unquestionable,
When the erudite class itself,
Has lost the,
Beauties of a pure soul.

Pandora's box opened,
HOPE hopped out gently.
Brightening the soul.
Frightening away the monsters.
Today I live,
Treating my soul,
With lots of strength and love.