Poems written aren't always read

I can put together words
that follow the rhythm
I have in mind
Words that paint the picture
of the scene
I have in mind
Of all the things
that remain hidden
in my mind
The few that find
their way on to paper
brings relief to my mind

Poems, although written
don't always make the writer
a poet
Can we compare our silly words
to those in textbooks
waiting to be torn apart by eager students?
For this reason
word-creations are called
poetry and 'poetry'
The punctuation
an indication that the word is used
for the lack of something better
An indication that although
fitting of the definition of poetry
they aren't worthy of the title

And yet these poems and 'poems'
are written by
lovers of words, lovers of thought
They are shoved in our faces
to be read, liked, commented on
and of course, shared
And yet, readers struggle
reading them
understanding them
A 'like' is thoughtlessly given
when reading get tough
and words seem to have lost all sense

So who is a poet
worthy of
the title?
What poems
can be called poems
instead of 'poems'?
Who placed the line
between poetry and
good poetry?
How good do you need to be
or how good can you be
to 'publish' your creations?

Blood is thicker than water, they say

It hurts that

You never wore

Your Sunday Best

On a day

Important

To me

It hurts that

You never remembered

I exist

Until you were told

You can't deny

My existence

It hurts that

You are yet to spell

My name right

It's Shailee, not Shili

Do you even know

My full name?

It hurts that

You used to look away

Pretend I wasn't yours

Make me feel

Make me know

I don't belong in your life

It hurts that

You only talk with me now

Because you've been told to

But that you won't

Even make an attempt to

Get to know me

It hurts that

You still expect me to apologize

Even though

The only crime

I committed

Was being born

It hurts that

Even though he wronged

Even though you

Let him wrong

I'm the one cornered

I'm the one blamed

It hurts that

I will never be as good

As any of them

Even though

I too, do my best

To make people proud

For a different you.

Silence

And one by one

They were all gone

And it was just us

On a stranger's couch

We didn't look at each other

But didn't look away either

We didn't say a word

But the room wasn't silent

And then there was a shift

In the air around us

And for just a few seconds it felt

Like something would happen

But we both let that moment pass

We sat there in silence until the others

One by one

Returned

Today

There are days like today

When I'm happy you don't play

A big role in my life

That the distance between us is great

And I don't talk with you

As much as I sometimes wish I could

And today, I didn't wait for your posts

I didn't feel too happy about the notification

Telling me you noticed something

I said

I didn't have to worry about bumping into you

Having to smile

Having to hide that

I was happy to see you

I didn't have to think twice about

What I said

In case you heard, or worse,

Someone else did and told you

There was none of the worrying

Wondering, smiling, talking

Today, it was almost as if

I didn't spend my time

Wondering about you

If you were reading, writing

Or listening to some song we both love

And today

You were just another person I knew

Someone I was only mildly interested in

දෙවියන්ට ස්තුති

කරන්නට

අහස දෙස

සිනහවකින්

බැලූ ඔහු

අහස වසාගෙන ආ

කළු වලා දැක

කුඩයක්වත් නැති ඔහුට

මෙතරම්

වෛර කරන්නේ ඇයිදැයි අසා

දෙවියන්ට

බනින්නට

පටන් ගත්තේය

Familiar

You hear voice,

Familiar

Turn back to

Confirm

Smile but then

Remember

You were asked to

Forget

So you turn back to pouring

Raindrops

Walk down memory

Lane

Make a silent wish that the

Present

Could be more like the

Past

ආදරය යනු

ආදරය යනු

දුකත් සතුටත් අතර

නැතිවුන

හැගීමක් වුවද

එය සොයාගෙන යන්නේ

එක්කෙනෙක් හෝ දෙදෙනෙක් හෝ නොවේ

ජීවිතය යන

කතා පුවතේ

එක් පිටුවක හෝ

ජීවත් වූ කෙනෙකුද

ආදරය සොයා යන්නකු බවට

පත් වන්නේ

ආදරයේ දුකට වඩා

සතුටට ඇති

ආශාව නිසාය

For a lonely night

Soft whispers of the now forgotten evening

Orange skies dying along with the setting sun

You took my hand in yours and said those words

The words that flew away with the wind before reaching my ears

I asked you to repeat what you just said

But you smiled that mischievous smile of yours and shook your head

Let those words reach you on a lonely night, you said

A night when we are no longer in each other's thoughts

During that time belonging to a now distant past

I didn't think a day when you aren't by my side would exist

And so I forgot to look for those words lost in the winds

Said for a lonely night like this

Now I hear your laugh and I know it is for someone else

I hear your voice and I know it isn't meant for me

And even though I know those words will never change the way things are

On lonely nights such as today, I look for your voice in the howling winds

And sometimes I think I hear a faint whisper

Sometimes I think I'm finally hearing what you said so long ago

But then I realize that it isn't your voice

But my lonely mind that is whispering that tomorrow, I will miss you less

And even in the game of missing people and forgetting people

At some point I have to take a break or quit the game

And soon, you, your words, your existence will be stored

In the place of my mind where the dust keeps gathering, undisturbed

always. never

always

look at your hair,
such a crow's nest

clean up your room
it's such a mess

go change your clothes
they are so dirty

what's wrong with you
can't you be a girl for once?

you have no life
so damn pathetic

how could anyone like you
when you are so rude


never

you have nice hair
it suits you

you aren't a neat freak
and it is your room

wear your comfy clothes
you'll be at home all day

forget being girly
why be a stereotype?

your life is all
you want it to be

being liked doesn't matter
being yourself does

ආගම

තෙරුවන් යාමට පෙර

දෙවියන්ගේ පිහිට පතයි

යන්ඥ කිරීමට පෙර

මිනිසුන් මරයි

පන්සල පල්ලිය තුලද

වැරදි කරයි

ආගම ධර්මය නොදැන

බන කියයි

සිවුරට අපහස කරයි ඔවුන්

බොරුවට වඳිති බුදු පිළිමයට

සිත්තුල මෙත්තා මුධිතා ගුණ නැත

වෛරය තණ්හාවයි ඇත්තේ

එහෙත් බනිති අපහස කරති

ආගමක් නැතැයි කියන්නන්ට

ආගමක් නැති වුවද ඔවුන්ට

සදාචාරයක් ඇත ඒ වෙනුවට