Friday, 28 December 2018

නුඹ‌ෙ ල‌ෝක‌ෙ මම සිටින්න‌ේ නම්

නුඹ මාගැන සිතන්න‌ේ ද?
නුඹ‌ෙ ල‌ෝක‌ෙ මම සිටින්න‌ේ ද? 
මා කෙසේද ඒබව දැන ගන්න‌ෙ
නුඹ මට ඒබව න‌ොපවසන්න‌ේ නම්...

සිතින් සිතා ඒබව පැතුව ද
මාළිගා අහස් උසට තැනුව ද
මා ක‌ෙස‌ේද දන්න‌ෙ නුඹෙ ආදර‌ෙ මට,
නුඹ මට ඒබව හඟවන්න‌ෙ නැතිනම්?

නුඹගැන සිතා මසිත උමතුව‌ෙලා
කාලය ක‌ෙස‌ේ ග‌ෙව‌ෙනවාද කියා හැඟීමක් ද නැත.
නුඹ‌ෙ ල‌ෝක‌ෙ මම සිටින්න‌ේ නම්
එතරම් සතුටක් මට ක‌ොහ‌ෙවත් නැත. 

How do I know?

How do I know you think of me?
How do I know I am in your world?

These are questions twirling in my mind,
Wondering if answers I would ever find. 

How do I know you think of me?
How do I know I am in your world?
Affirmative are your answers to the above,
But how do I know so, if you show me not, my love?

It's by the little things he shows me,
So small they seem to almost go unseen.
Conscious now, I do agree,
That at times, I am your mind's queen. 

Monday, 12 November 2018

Back on my feet

My friends helped me understand
And get back on my feet. 
There was no point being in no-man's land, 
If there was going to be no heat. 

If a cave was where he wanted to go,
I was ready to build my fire and stay.
But if he was gonna stoop so low,
I had to pack my things and run away. 

No point in tears being shed, I felt.
For he didn't appreciate my presence. 
I felt like I was on a conveyor belt,
Waiting to be dealt my prison sentence. 

Sunday, 11 November 2018

Waiting for him to fight his demons

Her heart shattered into a million little pieces, 
When he said he didn't have anyone to comfort him. 
When in reality she was around, 
Waiting for him to notice her, let her heal him. 

He tears in silence, 
Unable to bear his loneliness. 
She suffers silently and alone, 
Waiting for him to realise her existence. 

She was reassured that it is fine to be scared That what she is feeling is natural.
He knows he makes her alive, 
Yet she sits in silence, waiting for him to fight his demons. 

Saturday, 10 November 2018

I hope you find your peace

Thoughts gushing like the hive of a swarm. 
Emotions rotating, caught unaware near a smoke bomb. 
You are looking, searching for the eye of the storm, 
A place to retreat to, a place of calm. 

Rationalise what you feel, 
Because I know you are confused. 
Go ahead and make that deal, 
For I know you are properly bruised. 

I hope you find your peace, 
Be it by falling on your knees in pray, 
To find some ease,
Because I need to know you will be okay.