ඔයාල හැමෝවම පෙම් හසරැල්ලට සාදරයෙන් පිළි ගන්නවා. ආදර අන්දරයක් පාදක කර ගෙන කොටස් වශයෙන් මෙහි පළ වෙන "නිශාන්තයේ හසරැල්ල" කවි සංග්‍රහය මෙන්ම සමාජයීය හා රසවින්දනාත්මකව ලියවුණු සිංහල සහ ඉංග්‍රීසි කවි පද වැල් ද ඔයාලට මෙහිදී කියවන්න ලැබේවි.

කියවන හැමෝටම : කවි කියවලා ඒ ගැන ඔයාලගේ විවෘත අදහස් කියන්නත්, මේ බ්ලොග් එකේ පාඨකයෝ වෙන්නත් අමතක කරන්නෙපා. එයාලට මගේ හද පිරි ස්තූතිය!

December 17, 2009

සිහිල් මිතුදම

උඳුවප් මසේ එකුන් සොලොස් දිනය එදා
ලැබුනිය ඔබේ ප්‍රතිචාරය මවෙත රඳා
මගෙ ඇරයුමට ඔබගේ සිත් සතුට යොමා
විමු අපි එකිනෙකාගෙ සොඳ මිතුරු සදා

December 16, 2009

නෙතු ගැටුනා මිණි යුවලක්

සැරිසරනා විටදී මට නොදැනීම
මුහුණු පොතේ දුටුවෙමි ඔබෙ රුව එදින
නෙත් දෙක අයා සිටියෙමි මා ඔබ වෙතට
සිතුනිය මදක් නැවතුනු බව වේලාව

දැනුනේ මහට සුපුරුදු ගතියක් නිබද
මුව දුටු කල්හි එහි සැඟවුණු හසරැල්ල
ඇසි පිය හෙලන්නට අමතක වීය මට
මතකයි එදා මෙන් අදටත් ඒ මොහොත

අකුණක් වැදුනු මෙන් විය මා හද පතුලේ
දිදුලන ඔබෙ ණුවන් මිණි යුගලක් ම වෙතේ
සිටියේ උරය දී සුදු බිතු තලය වෙතේ
එලෙසයි ඔබ දුටුවෙ මා සේයා-රුවේ ඔබේ

එකතු කර ගතිමි ඔබ යෙහෙලියක ලෙස
සමග හද පිරී ගිය පැතුමන් ඇතිව
කෙදින දකින්නට වෙද ඔබ සැබැවින්ම
නික්මුණි එයින් හද බැඳි පැතුමන් ඇතිව






December 14, 2009

මුල් පිටුව

March 1, 2009

Indebted Forever

It is said that you are the sun of the world,
and as well as you; yes, you are the moon.
Without each of your rays and glows
Nothing can survive nor breath in peace.

It is said that nobody can be freed from
the debt of yours, even by holding you
the entire life from our hands,
over the head, without keeping you down.

I'm alive because of your warmth and light,
I'm living with the sake of your blessings,
But I couldn't see your light in my past
except your hot tempered warmth or the craters.

I have realized not the coal beneath the ashes.
I could notice the pain you kept hidden because of us.
Please release them over us without any hatred.
'Cause we need your light to build up our shadows.

The word "sorry" is worthless for what I have done for you;
how I have talked to you, when I felt your warmth too much.
There is no word left in my vocabulary to ask for apologies.
'Cause, the alphabet is a cheap invention to honor you.

There were times I hate you, or perhaps may be cursed.
When there is nobody left for you today, I felt ashamed,
of not being with you to console you, holding you.
It's because I am a sinner who never dropped a tear for you.

The sun, and the moon, which guided us towards pyramids
are no longer too far away millions of light years in the universe.
Never let you fall into a black hole where no sun or moon exist.
Keep them above your heads to create your shadows.

Mom, Dad... I love you more than you think I do.
If I did let you cry because of me throughout my life,
please forgive me and correct me. It's because I lost my freedom.
Whatever happens I will always be there with you wherever I am.

Memories

Throughout the life,
we snap our memories
into glossy papers,
but we all know that
all those memories are
encarved in our hearts
tightly than in snaps.

Our past reflects the future-
before our eyes in the present.
We take tears from the past
as a gift to grow blossoms
in swamps or bushes.

When we see atleast a bud,
that is where we turn back
and content seeing
what we've achieved.

Memories are our breath,
our soul, our tears,
and our boundary of past.
Its where we lost many,
or gained experience.

Dear Teacher, You Are a fairy

(This free verse is dedicated to all my teachers)

You are the one I met a long time before
In my life
When I stepped into your pious place
I felt that I have another mom in this world
You are next to my mother but not a stepmother

Every Saturday we came to your
Sacred place to learn from you,
It is not just a place
I felt it like a palace with a kind queen
Who was in her 20’s

You gave all the knowledgeable things
And all your love and
You dedicated all your leisure time
Towards developing us to get through from the
Life-exam

I have never seen such a lovely, kind a nice woman
Who taught us like a beautiful fairy
Without hiding anything you know
I am asking you a one question.
Can you be a bosom friend of ours?

You served like a real government employee
Without striking and lying and
Without scolding for anyone and asking for O.T.
Under your guidance, we gained many things
That is why you are different from others

I think the more valuable treasure
That you have is
The knowledge
Which you have given
Than your home or jewelries

You gave them us
Without hiding or destroying
Under your guidance what we did
Made our lives more successful
And more helpful

In your palace we behaved like your
Students, friends and also like your siblings
Everyone have to depart from you
But, do not think that you will isolate
You will not be like that until we live

Oh! I am so sorry
Time is asking us to depart from each other
Therefore, it is time to depart from you too
But the memories among us
Will be cherished in our minds

Dear teacher, I wish you a prosperous lifetime!
Nevertheless, remember that you are not just a teacher
You are the god mother of us and
You gave us all your love and showed us the way of
Becoming a Good Person to the Society…

Love in Life

Love happens.
When it loses its strength, tears will bear it.
But there's an image in every drop of tears.
That's your beloved.
Whose shadow will never exist without your love.

I wish I had a past

Am a forth-seeing blind – whose life full of slime
To give up everything – to gain anything.

I wish I had a past – with goods and only the
Dreams will keep forever – in my heart, beneath the chest.

I once had a dwelling called “the street”
with all the slangs and abusiveness towards me
It’s just a miracle to be wealthy – as I turn back and reflect on my past.

Dedications have I done – hope not anyone can do
The triumph I’ve reached – was too far away before…

Hope

I had a kind of a hope – but, ain’t it a funny cheap joke
To keep our friendship for years – to make it alive once

The times we have passed – not the scenes of a movie
It’s all about the truth – which our memories recall

It may be once, twice or thrice - that our thoughts tackled against
But no more is the hatred – it’s a harmonic congeniality…

Victory or Defeat

Wherever you go, and whatever you do,
you have to accept either the victory or the defeat.
But we know how much you all have
worked hard to come up to this stage.
And keep this in mind that you will be appreciated
at right place, at the right time, by the right person,
even if you are a poor beggar.
When one door closes for a path, which you were headed,
remember that another two doors are opening
for two new paths with novel dreams.

Roses &Thorns

Though both roses and hearts are red,
Why can’t we see any rose in many hearts?
Though roses have thorns in their stems,
Why should we keep them in our hearts?
Though no one likes to receive or accept them,
Why should we throw them towards others?

Keeping your heart like a rose
Will make you pass few trials
That’s the way you can be
A hearted and a loveable one,
who passes love to all…

The drama of Life

Life is a drama – a medley of scenes
We, ourselves play our own roles for some sort of consolation
The conclusion, cannot be predicted – but, sure it must be somewhere

In the backstage there is no one except us – we, ourselves manage the whole
Yes! It is difficult to manage - the scenes, which consist of,
Parting with beloved ones – and restating the life

Memories may represent the curtain beyond the whole thing
It might cover up the goods or bads either we know them or not
But remember…
We, ourselves are the characters - who show them or not
Whether we are known or not.

The script or sketches can be changed to suit the flows
But it is our responsibility try not to commit flaws
Depicting in sake of our self - not so easy like watching a cinema
‘Cause we, ourselves the whole, - who do whatever he thinks, in minutes

We, ourselves are the spectators in the audience of our own theatre
Who are always ready to applaud for success and to weep for their sorrow
But..., just make it clear that,
Any of us can’t see the entire portrayal which exhibits inside our own theatre
Without passing the counter, which represents our parents…

Tears!!! Leave me

Both silence and the tear filled eyes say everything,
which cannot be said in words about anything.
It may be sorrow or joyfulness or may be love or hatred.

Losing of the most beloved ones in our life,
brings the rest of our lives into a situation,
which we have never thought of...

There will be lots of trials and obstacles in forth of our way,
but it will make our way to our destination,
if there is someone who can be with us forever
to pass all the barriers easily.

I feel your warmth

As you are so far beyond the seven seas,
there is no way for us to meet or see.
But there is an expectation of meeting you
in somewhere or anywhere in this world.
Till then, it is better we communicate through the sky,
via the thousands of stars.

The day we had departed
was the initiation of my desperation.
The specific star in the sky,
which I have assumed as you
is the one I'm corresponding with,
in every night...

Unveiled taste

Love is more like a river
which has many bends in its way.
Someone who crosses the river,
falls in it forever once.

Those who never had its drops before,
know the real taste of having it.
Those who have already fallen,
know the vitality of keeping it.

The color of its drops is unknown,
though it can be unseen
till your hearts are opened to
the one who's been sorted for you.
"නිශාන්තයේ හසරැල්ල" කවි පන්තියෙහි සඳහන් වන පුද්ගලයන් හා ස්ථාන මනඃකල්පිත බවත් නිර්මිත ආදර අන්දරයක් බවත් සලකන්න.

Make it clear that all the characters and the places mentioned in the poetic love story, "Nishanthaye Hasaralla" are fictitious and a creation.