Poem on dream
October 20, 2009 at 6:50 pm | In Poetry | 4 CommentsRunaway let’s just runaway
This reality is not for us
Accept the way I am
You said to me one fine day
Your colour was right
I was too blind
You sang so sweet
My smile was wild
Its hard to breath when you shine so much
I am living a dream when you are around
A dream I wanna live you by my side
Alas but you think so not
Future in paint
September 26, 2009 at 9:36 pm | In Poetry | 2 CommentsTags: colors, future, paint
Hear me deary,
I will tell you your future.
Let me sketch in a clean sheet white,
So you can paint it with colors you like.
Red so you will out stand,
Blue so you be cool like that.
Green to add nature’s hand,
Purple to make some difference.
This is your picture
Paint as you like.
But life is a lesson, to be learned hard
So I drew those sharp edges,
Round corners that made no sense to you.
I know its hard for you to paint
I know how hard you cry,
When you see that you can not paint.
And now you dip it in a bottle of paint
Paint your picture in black.
The sketch is gone.
Its just sheet of black.
I watch with sorrow in heart,
All you had to do was try and paint
With colors.
Coffee shop
August 30, 2009 at 11:03 pm | In Nonsense, Poetry, Random | 2 CommentsTags: coffee
So we came to a coffee shop
Smell the beans brewed in a pot
Darn tasty but it is too hot
Thats what is it about in a normal,
Coffee shop
Coffee shop is not a regular shop
Its where we meet to talk whats hot
The chocolate cup cake that rot
“Who ordered this?”
No we did not.
Talk and talk, talk as we go on
Coffee is poured into cups that we hold
A joke was cracked and a cookie was eaten
As we relaxed in the coffee shop.
Friendship was renewed
Smiles came easy to them who chat
The chocolate cupcakes has vanished in air
“Who order this?”
Nobody really care.
Coffee stop what a place to be
We all cracked up for a gag
Which will never be over for another century
The coffee was stopped
As money doesn’t come easy
We broke off, as its whats
Suppose to be.
So its true…
August 27, 2009 at 7:22 pm | In Poetry, Thoughts | 5 CommentsTags: Truth
So its true, that music heals a soul
A soul that was meant not to be hurt
So its true light make you shine
Even though you are not so bright
So its true, that the wind carry you around
Till you find what you were looking for
So its true, that colours bring life
Yet the flowers you brought,
As pale as your eyes
When you look into mine.
So its true that you do not,
Love me any more
Yet I am healed
Listening to music of Love.
and they started talking
August 24, 2009 at 1:14 pm | In Nonsense | 1 CommentTags: Comics, Talk Chalk
Guess what?
Long time a go, when the gods were angry something fell from the sky. Or may be it fell from a tree. Lets call him St Fallen
Then he made chalk to talk.
And they are not easy. They come in different colours, different attitudes and like in many cases one guy takes all the crap.
They have enemies
They have competion
They have traitors
They have cool dudes
They are purple
They are gray
They are blue
They even have a pink
They have all those who we meet
The difference is..
They are chalk and they talk and we Laugh our heads off..
Go Go visit Talk Chalk
I am a fan of it.. and you should be one too. Well done St Fallen.
Keep it coming !!!!
P.s. Have a dark blue chalk please :D
My attempt to write a story
August 23, 2009 at 8:11 pm | In Random | 1 CommentThouhgt of trying my hand in writing up stories. Did few short stories. Have a separate blog for them
And this time a story that will be published as parts.
TO be franc I do not have any idea it will go. Probably will be mapped according to comments that I might receive. Lets see nothing is certain anyways.
Please read and comment.
To all the boys I have loved before…
August 20, 2009 at 9:27 pm | In Thoughts | 20 CommentsTags: Life, Love
That is not the point here. I am writing this for a good friend whom I met recently. She is in pain and as human as I am, I know how much it hurts to fall out of love. And worse than that forcing you to fall out of love.
There are two ways that love can effect. One, the best, falling IN love. Greatest feeling methinks. It makes you feel invulnerable of all other emotions. Yes you can fight anything even your own feelings. No wonder they say love is blind. You just close all your other senses and give room to love. Yeah Love is pretty big. Its pretty big and pretty selfish takes everything about you. Still Its the best feeling ever. No one can deny that. It is the best feeling and some of us are indeed lucky enough to receive the same from the other half. And some of us don’t.
Then those of us who have met the wrong person, are forced to open our eyes to the dark side. The ugly side. Falling OUT of life. This is even harder, methinks. As love have chased all your other emotions, just so it can take place, all you are left with a body that is painful and nothing inside. The feeling of numbness. The feeling of pain shake away all the sense in you. You are nothing but a puppet. You are controlled by strings that belongs to the past. The strings of memories cuts deep into you and control your bones your arms your legs, lever, eyes, mouth, heart and everything about you. Those strings pulls you back to the past, making it harder to move on, forward. And every second pass by you feel that you are still in love with that person and wonders, may be they feel the same way too. This curiosity kills you inside. Still all left is silence and your heart have stopped the beating that you are so used to. Yes it really does hurt.
Then some of us move on. Realize that its not worth hurting yourself. Besides there are more out there. Waiting to hurt you again or waiting to love you, surely. They are waiting and when the time come right you will meet him/her.
Besides life is a journey. The best part is you can’t sleep off this journey. It makes you do things. Good and bad. Stupid and crazy and once in a while smart things. Then many a time we complain “Wow life is not fair”. But is it? Life is only a base. We make it happen and we make mistakes and learn the best way for us. We learn and specialize. So we met the wrong person. We got thrown and beaten up. Get ourselves Molded and polished so that we fix perfectly and shines brightly for the right one who we are bound to meet (or met). At that moment you realize how all those who I loved before were actually blessing in disguise.
So this is for you… and you know who you are.. :D so smile now it will be all okay.
P.S.There you go my 200th post is dangerously emotional. Who is to be blamed? Or who is to be praised? and no I didn’t have many boyfriends and I read a lot of classic novels… and I do smile a lot.
dark room
August 18, 2009 at 4:26 pm | In Poetry | 2 CommentsTags: fear, room, trap
Dark room of four walls
Where the light comes in and disappear
The darkest room stuck in the middle
Of other rooms that are brightly painted
Though the windows are open
Door is welcoming you
Do not come in
For you won’t get out
Runaway runaway from this dark room
To a place where there is Sun ray
Runaway runaway right now
Before it catches and trap you inside
I, the dark room
That you will fear
I, the dark room that
you will shear.
Do not get trapped inside
For you will not get out.
Runaway runaway from the dark room
Hide in an open space
So that I won’t see you.
Runaway runaway from I, the dark room
I, the dark room that you always fear.
Shut UP
August 18, 2009 at 6:38 am | In Poetry | 6 CommentsTags: lie
Oh just shut up. Shut the muck up
Why open ye dirty mouth of yours
Spread the word to us who
Lend our ears,
To pour your filth in.
Our minds are
Heaven at its bliss.
See we are the virgins.
Dare not mud
These grounds
That no one dare’d.
Shut up you truth shut up
Let them take away
Oh you truth
How Ironic
You are such a big fat lie
That they push away.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH II
August 17, 2009 at 7:13 pm | In Nonsense | 3 CommentsI for a fact do not delete any of my posts. No matter how ridiculous they sound and or the author is not me.
Example : BWAHAHAHAHAHAH. Done by a kid. Un-invited guest writer. Named Jerry. The Jestor. Yes so you had your laugh. Well to be honest I thought it was funny too. Specially because Jester and the crowd think that they are “Soft”. Soft. Really? Well if they say so. I shall not comment on it. And yeah I like cheese and so the cheese will rule the world. And my teeth will turn purple. I knew it. I do not belong here in this earth.
Har Har Har the fun is over. Now lets get emotional
The sad part is, the post happened to get the most number of hits coming from Kottu. Thats really sad. Really sad. That is that all my other posts, done with the intention actually be to be appreciated or in rare occasion critisize and condemned have not done their duty. That is sad. Really sad. Sad that I am unable to give what the possible readers are asking for. And yet seems to be continuing writing this blog. Should I continue?
So now what? BWAHAHAHAHAHAH
I never give that laugh. I say Muahahahahaha. So Muhahahahah.
Anyways, I must add that Jerry is quite a gentlemen. He carried my bag (very very very heavy bag) for me, that Saturday. And I owe him for that. Hence I will not kill him for BWAHAHAHAHAHAH. I mean I am human after all.
However will change the category of the previous post. Because its not a “thought” but a “nonsense” and so will this be.
Or how did those guys get to write a post on my blog,
I happen to leave the laptop with them and the moment I went to talk to a friend, they (think fallen was involved) took the liberty to write a post for me.
Why I met them? Must be there in Jerry’s and Fallen’s post on the weekend. Go and read if you are interested.
Besides little bit of nonsense does make a difference. Who said that?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH
August 15, 2009 at 12:21 pm | In Nonsense | 6 CommentsHURM. I shall not eat these people today.
They are too soft.
My teeth might purple.
Holy cheese will rule the earth.
The Number Game
August 14, 2009 at 12:01 pm | In Poetry | 10 CommentsTags: Love, numbers
Say one say one
Then say we are two
I look at thee
Play the game
Hearts of three
For you play
The game of love
And I count here
How you broke my heart
In four.
Lets play the game of love
Five times I lost
Six times you won
And lucky lady
Who is seven now
Is heaven to you
Isn’t it my love?
Love is a game
And you got ten out of ten
And here I sit looking
At a big fat zero
Counting tears
That drop on the floor.
Freedom I wanted and freedom I got.. (short story)
August 12, 2009 at 9:49 pm | In Nonsense, Short story | Leave a CommentNew Short story Freedom I wanted and freedom I got.. (short story)
Addiction…
August 10, 2009 at 11:24 pm | In Nonsense, Poetry | 4 CommentsTags: nothing important
I reached out to thick air
Turned around and you are not there
Listening to you all day
The melody of my life
Looking through you
Saw the colours of ye eyes
And today is just yesterday
Yesterday that I Lived
Missing the moments
That I lived
I am the ghost of your memory
Floating in denial
That you are no longer here
With me
You the addiction
That I was dangerously denizening
Early birdy tweets and Twitter is my Organizer
August 8, 2009 at 7:29 am | In Nonsense, Random | 6 CommentsTags: Ice age, twitter
So birds get up to catch the worm? And apparently the worm was on his way after partying hard the previous night. Thats the story of Bird and worm. And then there is me. Like most of you sleeping was my most graded past time and too bad the parents does not agree to continue that.
Kids for a fact get up early. Once in radio a kid of age 5 spoke at around 6.45. I was half awake trying to figureout what to wear. Mind you its hard when you can’t even stand. But why? Why would they wake up so early? Apparently they have a life. Cartoons.
Its important mind you. Thats the talk of their town. So you should watch the whole thing and go ahead have a brain storming sessions during the math period on “Ben 10″. And just so you know Ben 10 is one of my favourites too. Coming back to kids they grow up. Find there is nothing so interesting in the television. Find that the bed is much more fun. Make refugee the rest of the life there.
I use more energy to get up than to cycle 9 kilometers. My mom who is up and bright each morning has handed off the job to my dog. The dog who does not sleep and believes his soul duty is to follows me around, worst than these twitter followers, make it a point to place his muddy paws on my bed. So naturally I get up when ever I hear him coming.
However today. It was raining. Kind cozy. Cuz it was raining. I woke up. Aha I was up. And thought what my yesterday was. Yup I went to work. And rest of it was blur. So do I have work today? Because it happen to me so often, that each Tuesday I wake up thinking it is a Saturday. So took my phone out. Checked the time. 5.45 AM. Logged to twitter. Yup Twitter is active. Giving me whereabouts of Twepeos. Its confirmed. It is a Saturday. Why in the world i am up? I must be sleeping now. And Went in to Tweets I have done in the previous night. Vola!!! I am going to see ICE AGE. And double vola Twitter is my personal-public organizer.
Yes my kid is still inside me. I still wake up for cartoons. And Yeah I am going today. ICE AGE here I come !!!
And coming back to twitter. I just completed 3000 tweets. Don’t I chirp a lot. Who cares I am “IN” with the talk of the town.
Do you care?
August 8, 2009 at 6:49 am | In Poetry | 5 CommentsI am deaf am blind
And not able to talk
You just gave me a mind
That’s does not work alone
Alone the road that you define
Alone a road that I was never taught
I stand before you to be judge
With all who are like me
Handicapped
Of our senses
Do you care?
When justice is only written on books
Luck is a lady and thats not me
August 4, 2009 at 3:48 pm | In Nonsense | 7 CommentsTags: Ice age 3, movie
Ice Age 1
Someone forced me to watch it and was immediately fell in love with
Ice Age 2
What more to say fell in love over. Love is blind.
Ice Age 3
Now thats the story. Ice Age 3 came to Sri Lanka and drew me crazy. Yes I am not a teenager definitely not a kid. Still I have this thing for talking animals and where else they show “a bunch of smart asses” is nowhere but in an animated movie. Beside they act pretty good and talk very smart.
Since I do not have a regular life, the mere mission was to convince friends to go ahead and watch the movie. Anyhow by the time I asked MOST OF THEM, (Most is a pretty big number) they have watched and started giving me weired commentaries like
They: “Sid Is dead”
Me : “What? No way…”
They: “Sid breaks his entire body, so almost like dead”
Me : “Okay now shut up or I will break you in two”
They: “The mammoths separates”
Me : “oh..really?”
They: “A human show up in the Ice age”
Me : “In ICE AGE?? get real”
They: “Dino babies are adopted by Sid”
Me : “Ah that is like Sid, my favourite character”
and they drew me mad.
So mission continued. I tried bribing, begging threatning people go for the show. But nope they had better plans for the weekend. (Which in a way showed me..oh crap I really do not have a life now..do I?)
Finally few friends agreed to go. Yup the day was set. I went and got myself registered at the Facebook Fan page for Ice Age 3 and started following Sid in twitter. (Somehow he did not update it ever since :S). No no not yet. My luck is way too much. I broke my leg. Yes and who among us used that phrase “Break a leg” for good luck???
Then I had it enough. Related the whole thing to the “Fox and the Grape wine” story and started hating Ice Age. Went and posted my thoughts in Facebook and vola!!! a long forgotten friend was willing to come for the movie. Plus my office mates were sort of free and agreed to come. First thing in the morning went to the SL Ticket site. Guess what? my luck, the tickets are unavailable. Hence got the number for the movie theater and of cause the number was inactive. And I end up calling various other people, who has what so ever no connection to Liberty but happen to have a similar number as the movie theater. Well now I have the crowd but no tickets.
Enough is enough. Me thought. Why not go there this Sunday and wait in the line and buy the tickets. Hopefully if i am UNLUCKY enough they might have tickets. And if I am really really really UNLUCKY will watch the movie.
NB :This is categorized as “Nonsense” and e do have the right to do nonsense and boast and post about it.
Carry me wind carry me…
August 3, 2009 at 11:42 pm | In Poetry | 3 CommentsTags: Feelings, Love
The wind beneath me
Change thy direction
Forcing me to fly away
Away from you
Easy is not as it say
The unseen silver chain
Pulling me to thee
Not the divine gift
This stupid stupid feeling I hold
Bare I stand in front you
Can’t you see I am blank
Feeling like a fool
Free me from your grip
This grip so tight
For me to fly away
Let the wind carry me away
Three colours…
August 2, 2009 at 9:00 pm | In Short story | 11 CommentsTags: blue, Jealousy, Passion, power, Red, yellow
It has being raining all day. Damn this rain. It never understand the importance of the interview. Timothy was quite upset. He was looking forward to get himself this new job. But deep inside. He was happy. Yes one of those happy feelings that is associated with wickedness. He wanted to stay home and work on his art. He has a passion for art. His walls were filled with paintings. He just love abstract painting. It brings out the wicked feeling he has inside. Used maximum of three colours for each painting, because he believed that life is not a rainbow. It was just a colourful world, with three colours power, jealousy and passion. His favourite painting of all his work was the work he did for his best friend. Edward de Avoy. The youngest son of Mayor de Avoy. The owner of a woman that no man will ever stand a chance to look twice and live. Continue reading Three colours……
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