'Friend'

Last week a friend of mine gave me a letter, a letter describing her honesty and what she really thought about me and our friendship. the point of giving the letter was in her words, ''You have to let your loved ones and your friends know how much they mean to you when they are near you because when they are dead no matter how much you cry or scream, they won't hear you''. It got me thinking, am I always expressing my true feelings about others? am I letting the people I care about know how much I love them, well the answer was obviously 'NO'. So I am writing this small note to that friend of mine who made me realize something very important and valuable.


Dear Tharini,

The letter you gave was indeed something special. Thank you for making me feel loved, what can I say I am flattered and mostly honored. As a tribute to your honesty I am going to be totally honest in my letter. I really had no idea that you considered me to be a special friend of yours and you thought about me as a very nice person. You have always been a very good friend to me and you are one of the few people for whom I have opened my self to. Most of the friends I met were associating me to use me or because they needed someone to pass their time and be acquainted with. I don't have to be pretentious when I am with you guys and I love that. I have very few true friends and you are one of them. You are always very polite and kind to everyone, for an instance when we bug Ms. T and Ms. P(you know who :P) you always defend them and that is super nice and kind. You don't blame people in public or at least I have never seen you blaming anyone in public :P. Don't ever think that you hair is ugly because you look really pretty when you wear it like a half pony tail(that is what you call it right? hehe). Plus my mom says that you are the PRETTIEST girl in our lane :D. 
I may not say this all the time but you people mean a lot to me and I love u guys a lot. Remember how we talked about going shopping and going to all the restaurants when we are doing jobs and earning, w should really do that. We could also get drunk occasionally but since you are a non smoker and a non drinker I'll do that with Nadee Akki, LOL :P. We may go in different paths and be in different places in the future but you know what we should always keep in touch because I don't want to lose great friends like you. If you ever need a helping hand or a friend to talk to, you can always count on me. So what I am saying is I love you a lot and you mean a lot to me. Tharini Wijeyasiriwardena, you have my honor and respect.
I wish you all the success, may all the good blessings be with you and may you live a long, healthy and a happy life.

Take Care

   

Courage and Honour............ (Quoting Michael Oher from ‘The Blind Side’)

Read this and think twice.

Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or a mistake, but you are not supposed to question adults or your coach or your teacher because they make the rules. May be they know the best, but may be they don’t. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn’t at least one of the 600 guys think of giving up and joining the other side? (Reference to the poem ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ by Lord Tennyson). I mean, valley of death, that’s pretty salty stuff. That’s why courage is tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you are doing something. I mean any fool can have courage, but honour, that’s the real reason you either do something or you don’t. It is who you are and may be who you want to be. If you die trying for something important then you have both honour and courage, and that’s pretty good. I think that is what the writer was saying (Reference to ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’), that you should hope for courage and try for honour and may be even pray that the people telling you what to do have some too.

Where has all the Beauty Gone?

I used to live in a village; a small village,

Not far from the city.

There lived children of my age,

In this village bound to nature.

We wandered through the paddy fields,

Listening to the music of the wind,

Singing along with the birds,

Wondering how lucky we are to live in a village of this kind.

We played in the woods hunting for treasures,

And chased the birds pretending we are hunters,

I still remember the small flowers,

Waited to greet us as they danced to the breeze.

I thought this beauty would forever last,

For I was a little girl and unable to understand,

But I was wrong and urbanization was fast,

All the paddy fields, all the beauty; alas was lost in a glance.

Nothing could stop the force for it was strong,

When our elders welcomed it, we knew something was wrong,

Yet no one believed us for we were considered small,

Decisions were taken by those ho were tall.

I no longer know where I live,

For this place isn’t anymore the peaceful village,

But, now in my youth I am able to understand,

That urbanization was the force and it was man with it who destroyed everything.

With me now are only the beautiful memories of my childhood,

In my mind like a beautiful picture,

Nevertheless, some times when I walk on the dusty roads,

I still wonder where has all the beauty gone…

Disappointment

 
Enthusiastic I was when I first applied,

I thought it was supposed to be glorious and pride,

How happy I was because I thought I made the right decision,

I thought I'll be good and work to the perfection.

It took me a while to understand the reality,

That, behind the glory there was responsibility,

I was no more the independent person I used to be,

I was trapped in a frame of discipline, responsibilities which I was unable to be free.

I was lost and depressed for I was clueless,

I went to my parents who thought all this was hopeless,

I got scolded from everyone who said that I was useless,

But was only I who knew that my effort was flawless.

I was really sad for I knew that I failed,

I was disappointed for I knew that it was my fault,

For some time the sadness I was unable to bare,

Then I got fed up and after that I didn't care.

Now among the others I am considered as a failure,

They sometimes hint at me saying that I am useless,

To all of them I say that I don't care,

But deep inside the disappointment is hard to bare.   

Peace and Tranquility..................

 By: Annie

The Bitch Who Screwed up My Day

Ok, so this is one of those poems that I am really not proud of writing but at the end of the day when I read it, it always brings a grin to my face. I use writing to express my inner feelings, it may be happiness or anger or confusion and this is one of the poems I have written to express my anger. I know that this is not the best way to make use of my talent but this helped me calm my mind. Here it goes..... I also apologize for the use of inappropriate language. 

I left home in a very good mood,
Smiles for everyone and not being rude,
I even gave a beggar my own food,
And listened him prey for the sake of my good.


Late was my friend who kept me waiting,
But I was patient and was not hating,
For we were to go for a very worthy cause,
I wasn't angry at this short pause.


After quiet a journey we arrived at the place,
hoping to study with good grace,
we were walking towards the hall at our own pace,
when that bitch looked at me with a straight face.


"You there, child, come here at once!
This kind of clothing is prohibited, haven't I told you before"
I got so angry, I pictured a thousand guns,
There is no such rule, don't tell me therefore.


So I told her, what I want I'll wear,
Telling me what to do, don't you dare!
Still making false arguments she stood there,
Shouting was my heart, fucking bitch beware!


"Calm down pal" was what my friend could say,
But I thought of revenge and the price she had to pay,
For that bloody slut who got on my way,
Ruined my good mood and screwed up my day!!!

Sweet Sixteen

So many dreams, so many wishes,

I dreamed, I wished,

Because everyone told me,

That it was a special day.

I was happy and I was gay,

For I knew that it was my day.

All my friends were there to laugh and play,

For it was nothing but my sixteenth birthday.

I looked forward to the coming years,

Because my friends and me had no fears.

I thought my sorrows were over and I will shed no tears,

After all, it was sixteen, which was meant to be sweet.

I did my O’Levels and passed well,

My friend came to me and there was something she wanted to tell.

She said she was going to leave the school and my heart fell,

All my dreams, all my wishes; my life suddenly became a hell.

I was sad and I was blue,

So were my friends who had no clue.

I tried to be happy knowing that it was for the best,

I tried to smile and forget the rest.

Gone were the days and all the happy times,

Left were four out of five friends.

Missed was a great friend and all the sweet memories,

Wished was for a sweet sixteen that never was a reality

Puppy Love

Leave Me Alone!

Why does it always have to be this way?

Why don’t you understand what I say?

Why is it that god doesn’t hear my pray?

Why do I keep getting fed up every day?

You make my life a cursed hell,

And I feel like I am trapped in a cell,

I’ve had enough! I’ve heard enough of what you tell,

You are a storm into which my life fell.

Don’t you understand that I know what is best for me?

I want live my dreams; what I always see,

So let me be what I want to be,

Just leave me alone so I’ll be free.

You can’t change me no matter how hard you try,

The more you attempt, the more it will make you cry,

Just do whatever you want because I care no more,

For, changing me will only make you sore.

We are on two parallel paths that’ll never meet,

We’ll have to be strangers and that’s how we’ll have to treat,

I won’t get in your way so don’t get on mine,

Just leave me alone because that’ll be fine.

(Science for peace and war) Silent Cry of Weeping Mother Earth

Why are my children full of fear?

Endless weeping and cries of pain.

Prayers for peace,

Which will never touch their hearts again?

                                                                                                    

They call it, the war

For it filled their hearts with violence and noises of cannons.

Wailing shells wiped off love from their souls;

They only answered to the summons of the guns.

Some say it was science which caused this disaster,

Or was it the atom which developed thereafter.

I can’t save my children for I am helpless

Yet I pray to god, for I am the weeping mother

Should I blame the science which made everything ease?

Or should I blame the scientists for inventing T- Fifty Six?

Am I to bear the pain of loosing my children?

Whom shall I blame for this agony?

When will they ever learn?

That peace is better than violence.

Why can’t they use science for peace?

The science which made them think and seize.

So called science the birth of all inventions,

Is now being used for violence and explosions.

God please listen to my prayers,

For I am the weeping mother earth, ever crying for those who are beaten until their last breath.