Life- it pulls its threads.
It lets the pain and suffering grow
Until there aren’t any more.
It slowly turns to shreds.
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Revisit
We spent years together with him-our teacher-singing day and night.
He fought well so I can’t really say that he lost this fight.
I don’t know why once I get over one loss and pain,
Through circumstances and memories, death visits again.
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It is sad that we do not wake up until someone sleeps
to not wake up till the end of eternity—
due to the atrocity of the corruption and ruthless system—
systems, small and large, who are termites.
Art Of My Life
My own voice makes me feel alive. It gives me warmth. Listening to Music doesn’t give this warmth as singing does. Not able to sing my own or others’ compositions or hum the tunes equates to me not feeling as if I am in my body or feel alive.
A Longing To Leave
I can’t tell you why
I crave so much to die.
So, please let me lie
in your lap and cry.
Family
Yet again, I woke up to the repititive, terrible dream of my family dieing and me witnessing their death helplessly. Though, psychologically, it represents not the actual death but our perspective or emotions towards us and is a part of our subconscious mind, yet it shakes my conscious mind terribly.
Exhausted
My father and brother never appreciate most of the work I do. My brother associates development with economy and father always wishes for the impossible. When it is about studies, he wishes I should score excellent marks in all the subjects. Being an above average student in academics, it’s not practically possible for my distracted mind and weak memory to concentrate equally and give the best results in everything I put my head into. I don’t possess academic but verbal or linguistic and musical or rhythmic intelligence among the ten types of intelligences explained by Howard Gardener.
Love
Arjun loved Soyza and Shehan loved Arjun too. But, it was considered ‘wrong’ by Arjun’s family because a boy loved a boy. On the other hand, Shehan was not afraid of accepting that he loved Arjun. Both were victims of cruelty at the hands of Black Tie, which further ignited their passion towards each other. Shehan was Sinhalese and Arjun was Tamil. Also, Radha and Anil Jayasinghe couldn’t marry due to the same caste conflict.