Untitled #12

Will I leave a mark on the canvas,
Or am I a mistake that will be painted over?
Was I a place that you visited,
Or a pit stop to your destination?
Was I like the ocean waves that crashed into the rocks,
Or was I a gust of wind that blew through a bustling city?
Will I get a mention in the dedication,
Or will I be a whimsical footnote that you jot down just for fun?

Read More

Pain

Pain, it's like the sun that makes a glass of cold water so satisfying

Nothing worth having or experiencing comes free,

You have to put in the work to achieve it,

Or you’ll never truly value what you have in life.

Pain, the yearning for someone or something.

Whether it’s at your fingertips

or it’s on the horizon, too far for you to see

The feeling is still the same.

Pain, the currency the world operates on

But will never understand.

You’ll never truly feel somebody else's pain,

Just like nobody will feel yours like you do.

Pain, the catalyst to what comes next in life.

It can be the reason for either success or failure,

The clay that can mold your success,

Or pave your path to destruction.

Pain, the reason we all exist,

Life is pain and pain is life.

It can act as your guiding light to victory

Or it can be the darkness that swallows you.

Pain, who's really in control?
Will you let it define you?
Or will you define how to channel the pain,
What's your verdict?

Read More

Untitled #11

Good things are done with the bad intentions
While bad things are done with good intentions.
Sri Lanka, the land of the brave and kind;
People should follow the consensus,
You can't have your own opinion,
Cause that's the wrong one.
You can't criticize people,
Cause the good always makes up for the bad.
Good and bad,
Light and dark,
Hero and villain,
Soldier and terrorist,
Life isn't either this or that.
The world we live in isn't black and white,
There's so much in between,
Which sadly most people don't want to see.
I guess that's how they justify their actions,
In their narrative, they are the heroes,
And everyone who disagrees is a villain.
Because at the end of the day,
History is written by the victors.

Read More

Coffee

Waking up to a message from you was like waking up the smell of coffee in the morning,

You picked me up and kept me smiling the whole day with just a few words,

A few words that told me that you cared,

A few words that told me that you wanted me to be happy,

A few words that told me I was your first thought for the day,

But as the years went by that sweet message never came,

It was more of a glass of cold water splashed across my face,

Sweet words replaced with status updates of where you were.

The magic was gone, feelings were replaced by an update,

The magic was gone and things had settled into mundane.

The change wasn’t one-sided, it happened before we knew it,

Things went from sweet and caring the comfortable and convenient,

It happened so naturally we never saw it coming like a storm on a sunny day.

Before anyone knew it, things changed to just another couple and not the couple.

How fast things could change, in a heartbeat everything was never the same.

The chapter is over but the book continues like nothing really happened at all,

Sure there were some changes and feelings our heroes had to deal with,

But the plot thickened with each page and chapter, it all added character.

But a single tradition lost in between the twists and turns our hero still remember,

Something once caring and loving became cold and routine but is still missed still the same.

Read More

Untitled #10

We oogle so many things with google that we don't even see the doodle,
Poodles and noodles but no time to say toodles to the people that matter.
Life has become one digital fantasy and like King Kong we sit in the middle,
Towering over the digital jungle, trying to find the next tree to swing to,
The next trend to talk about, the next cause to support,
Or the the next person to call a monster!
But somehow we fail to see what's in front of our eyes.
Like the pothole in front of us, that could’ve been avoided,
If we weren’t reading about road safety.
Or that man that jumped off the bridge that we were passing by,
If we weren’t tweeting about #DepressionIsReal
The trash all over the place that causing clutter,
If we weren’t signing a petition to stop global warming.
Do we control the machines or do they control us?
Do they help us or do we help them?
The matrix is coming true!

Read More

Untitled #9

Show me where your rabbit hole begins and I'll be like Indiana Jones,
Explore the tunnels where no-one has gone and discover it's hidden treasures,
Watch my step to avoid any booby traps that you left behind to keep yourself safe,
Knowing I'll run into ghosts that haunt you and strangers who explore your world,
Expecting the walls to cave in at any minute no matter how far I've gone,
Show me the entrance and let me see how deep the tunnels leads me baby.

Read More