Why did we

Why did we dream,
knowing our dreams
would never come true?
Why did we hope
knowing the odds were
against us?
Why did we pray
knowing the gods weren't
listening?
Why did we love
knowing our love wouldn't
stand the test of time?

We dreamed because
our hearts were young and
the world was ours
we hoped because
hand in hand, it seemed like
all we could do
we prayed because
we thought our prayers
would be heard by someone
we loved because
that is what we thought
the world wanted us to do

All Worth Fighting For

You,
hiding behind
people
lost in the
shadows
unheard of
unseen
unloved
And yet,
he notices you
he sees the
hope in your eyes
a faint glimmer
but it is there
for you still
hope
and dream
of love
of happiness
even when the scars itch
reminding you
of the world's darkness
the world's evil
You still believe
and he notices
He holds out his hand
for you to take
at first hesitant,
you might be
but take his hand
let him pull you up
brush away the dried leaves
and twigs
tangled in your hair
let him wipe away the tears
and let him make you smile
you will then see
in his eyes
the same sadness
seen in yours
and you will also see that
faint glimmer of hope
in his eyes,
the way he saw it
in yours

This isn't a love story
this isn't about
finding your soul mate
there will be no heartbreak
or love letters burnt
This is the story
of two wounded soldiers
fighting against the world
their weapons are love
kindness and faith
ironic,
but such is life
and they will walk on,
limping,
but they wont give up
for when they see the world's
hate and anger,
they lose hope
but then,
they look into each others eyes
and they see
that glimmer of everything
worth fighting for

Our Journey

Over the mountains
we will go
cross valleys
large
and valleys green
we will sail beyond
oceans blue
and seas stormy
seas sleeping
we will walk from
desert to desert
we will swim across lakes
and rivers
fly over the lands
and through the clouds
we will see the world
and we will learn it all

And why us
you ask
why not someone else?
why does the world
want us to know
the secrets it hid
for centuries
and more
why make us
walk on bloodied feet
why make us have
sleepless nights
of hunger
why do we need to
let the dust
coat our skin
and swat at the flies
that land on our
matted, unwashed hair?

Yes, why indeed
not let another
go on the adventure
meant for us
Why not say no
to the world's
invitation
to explore and discover
maybe even,
invent
why not take up
the greatest journey
to unravel the mysteries
of this world
why not listen to the songs
of the winds
and the stories
of the thunder?
why not play along to the games
of the oceans
and why not let the
sun write our story?

Why say no to the secrets
why not discover
love and hope?
Why not make our
dreams come true
why not have more hope
and faith?

Instead we sit through
our everyday lives
the same old things
routines,
boring and
repititive
We don't leave the comfort of our homes
even when our homes are
roofless
empty
we cling on to what little we have
and don't listen to the
calling of the earth
then when we are too weak
and old
we hear that calling once again
and we want to set out on that journey
but too late it is
much too late

The storage cupboard

I stand there

Tired

Breathing hard

My chest

Slightly aching

And I can't take

Another step

I just wan t to

Keep staring

At the storage

Cupboard

Wood painted

Brown

Glass front

With a

Lock that struggles

And then I notice

We are the

Same height now

The days I had

To stand on tiptoe

To reach the top shelf

Long gone

Without being noticed

By me

Will you come with me?

 Will you come with me

To a cemetery

When the sun is setting

And the skies are dark?

Will you keep me company

While I walk among

Of tombstones

Of the dead?

Will you hold my hand

When the leaves rustle

And the homeless ghosts

Come out to play?

Will you come with me

To a cemetery

To watch the sun set

Behind the graves?

silence

silence
    silence
whimpering
    warning
crying
     hushing
howling
    threatening
howling
    beating
howling
    kicking
silence
    silence

Moment of Surender

There are two things
I remember perfectly well
of that trip back home

It was the usual flight
to Colombo,
except the weather was
stormy.
There is another exception
too
and that is what I remember
the most
We didn't get our usual seats
not in Business Class
or Economy
No, our seats were right behind
the men who held the pen
that writes
our stories
the men who could decide to write
The End whenever they felt like it
Or so I like to think
even though I know of
Auto Pilot and all those
beeping lights
and broken voices
Forget all that though,
what mattered the most was the view
the night sky
and thunder
booming around us
a silent threat
but a threat nevertheless
And let me tell you this
people who believe in heaven
that is what heaven should look like
the night sky
on a stormy day
seen from the cockpit
of a plane
And they,
the pilots,
laughed and chatted with us
Munching on pretzels and
catching up on life

While I sat there,
my brother next to me
I felt something more than just joy
I surendered
to life
I knew that if
something went wrong
I wouldn't survive the crash
But it didn't matter
because life was too
beautiful
at that moment
to care about the end
It was too perfect to
wonder if it wouldn't last long
And so I surendered
And I survived

Needles and ink

Yes,

I am afraid of needles

Blood tests?

I'd rather die

Oh the tattoo?

I can explain

The pain was worth it

How long?

One hour

Thirty minutes

Five times,

Over and over again

The needle scraped through my skin

It hurt

I wished for death

But soon

I was numb to the pain

We all get that way, I guess

About various things in life

We get used to the pain

And then it's all over

The buzzing of the world

And you look at

The most beautiful

Work of art

You have ever seen

And at that moment of pure happiness

The pain

Was worth it

The pain was

Acceptable even

I still shudder

At the thought of

Blood tests

But if they too

Left beautiful reminders

Maybe, I wouldn't

Dread them

As much

Death

She is dying,
they say
aren't we all
I ask
they shoot me looks
asking me to
only talk when
absolutely necessary
She's dying
they say again
as if none of us
knew before
as if this is all
sudden and
shocking
even though
it's not
we await this news
patiently
since the day we are born
if it's not him
it will be her
or maybe someone else
either way
we are all going
and we can accept this
during those moments
between
dying and death
but when the clock strikes
a particular hour
when there is simply
no more life
the fear
the denial
we don't want to go
for death,
unknown to us,
it robs us of everything
most of all,
of what we love the most,
life

The forgotten place

I went back to that place

You told me about

The place where a version of you

Still lives

I don't know if

I'm it's only visitor now

In an ocean if them

Blogs soon go forgotten

But there

I read that penultimate post

And I realized something about you

That even though you walk

Your head held high

A cigarette dangling at your lips

You are still that

Scared and scarred

Boy you were

Three years ago

And nothing has changed

But no one knows

And I can't tell you either

You are the boy

Who enjoys sitting in the scorching sun

Just to be away from the voices

You are the loner

Who tries to make others fit in

Only because you too, don't

But no body knows

And now I see a different side of you

Happy, goofy and funny

Is this the real you,

I wonder at times,

And I'm happy of this change

But then I remember

The scared and scarred boy

And I'll visit your secret place

Every now and then

Because it feels like

If I'd known you back then

We wouldn't be the strangers

We are today