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Prose : Dirges in the DarkDirges in the Dark   
This was the moment she dreaded. The others were waiting to see what she would say and do. The mid afternoon breeze found it’s way through the tall trees, slapping her face and making her eyes close. Even in the darkness she could see them staring at her, waiting. She opened her eyes again, and suddenly everything seemed brighter. Like technicolour in the seventies, every word, every stop she took, mono-graphed in a studio. She walked forward, one foot in front of the other, gaze cast down, mind racing. She swallowed her, as if swallowing would make them all go away. Her white blouse flapped furiously in the wi Prose : Dirges in the Dark
in General Fiction on 2/18/04
HunterHunter   
Kavan listened to his footsteps echo against the quiet walls. The houses on either side of the dimly lit street gave little light to his path. Dusk had fallen two hours ago, and the shadows were growing longer, as he made his way home. He kicked an empty can, watching it skid across the naked tar, tracing it’s path in his mind. He nudged it with his foot, and watched it swivel into a rusty garden gate. Number five. A dog barked, from within. That’s when he heard it. Just a little murmur, a gurgle. Kavan checked his watch. Eight thirty eight. No curfew for at least another twenty minutes.   
Mindful of the time, h Hunter
in Sociopolitical on 12/18/03
TsunamiTsunami  
 
wave after wave of energy, an empty dance floor  just you and I, near the speaker, by the door  bead after bead of cold sweat, encrusting my palm  just you and I, letting our hair down, punk rock  thought after thought, my mind racing, looking you over  you smile, toss your head, and we’re both down on our knees  beat after beat, hearing the bass overtake me  oblivious to everything, save the music, and you   
song after song, long solos, lovely, lovely guitar  I watch you, as the chords run down your spine  shiver after shiver of envy, running through the room   Tsunami
in Emotional on 11/30/03
Half SmileHalf Smile   
There are times when I wish  I had stood in the rain with you  And watched the gutters fill, overflow  With our collective sin.  Yours, and mine  As we walked, hand in hand  Blood in blood, warm  Trickles of water, falling  Wetting the skin beneath your eyes  Soft, warm, tender to my touch.   
There are times I wish that  You had told me.  That you loathed me, detested me,  Hated me from within, as I  Stood there in the rain,  Outside your door  A hopeful half-smile on my face.   
But no, you ostracized me, with your eyes. &n Half Smile
in Dark on 11/23/03
AutumnAutumn   
I awake to the soft sound of rustling leaves  Memories, that have now died  Like the summer gone by, and so  I sit by the lake,  
Trace your delicate outline  In the shadow of my mind,  I see you,  Your silhouette  Backlit by the setting sun  And I want to run my hands  Down your side, trace the outline  Hold you, feel you, embrace you.  I hear you,  Soft feet, rustling the leaves  In Autumn.  I taste you  Silver serenades to my tongue,  
Tasting the glory, of what once was.  I feel you,  Your warmth  Next to mine  Now, Autumn
in Open on 9/9/03
CorridorsCorridors   
These long corridors, they echo the silent sound of my feet  Whispering through these familiar halls for the last time,  My footsteps dragging, not wanting to leave  Making my way down the shadowy halls  And then I’m standing there, feet resting on warm wood  Letting my toes feel the glory, maybe for the last time  Maybe for the first.  I turn my eyes skywards  And take in the dark blue ceiling, the walls that go back  Seemingly to eternity, like the amphitheatre in Greece,  I’m told.  The lights room, now shut,  The balcony, now dim in the half light that come Corridors
in Emotional on 8/14/03
ChangesChanges   
I’m lying here, staring at the ceiling  Wishing I had pasted, the little stars you gave me  Glow in the dark, little bits of hope  That stare at me through the darkness  Wishing I could feel you breath  Wishing I could hear you whisper, my name, maybe more  When it’s still at night, wishing I could hold you  Against the wind, and walk with you  In the moonlight, maybe  Sipping hot Cappuccino, maybe  Gazing at the stars   
I’m sitting here, cold floor invading my life  Wishing I could sum up the courage  To talk to you, maybe to say how much  I love Changes
in Open on 8/14/03
Nothing ChangesNothing Changes   
The shadows fall across the land, softly  Blurring my vision, as I look at you,  The breeze from the lake sweeps in.  Windward I stand, poised on the edge of time  Tiptoeing towards the impossible  And I turn, see my thoughts run, in  Circles in the grass, little whirlpools of  Desire, of defeat.  And then I see you, your hair being soft blown  By the wind, your glory flickering  Softly in the dusk, and I  Yearn for you,  Every fleeting moment, I feel  This longing, a feeling that will not leave.  Yet, I’ve been here before.  Gazed at you b Nothing Changes
in Dark on 8/14/03
RevolutionRevolution   
You’re standing there, eyes dancing  And I see you gaze at the lake, a far away  Look in your eyes.  And I wonder what you’re dreaming, do you  Feel the need to be free  Do you long to waltz among the stars at night,  Or make soft circles in the pre dawn air  With your breath, while you sit on a rooftop  Maybe thinking about love and life  Maybe sharing a coffee with me,  As we discuss the Revolution,  Blake, even Rushdie  Maybe, you just being you, and me just  Being me.   
That distant look, it inspires me.  It draws me near, and makes me Revolution
in Dark on 8/14/03
Echo of GloryEcho   
I’m sitting there, cold floor seething through my clothes  Running in my veins, a forgotten blood  Seeking a way to let go.   
You’re standing there, hair winnowing in the soft, almost tranquil  Breeze that blows across the lake  And then you smile  The smile that melts me, the vision that transfixes  Your locks of ebony being soft lifted by the lake breeze  Blowing some strands in your face, as you  Brush them aside and tuck them,  Behind your ear.  And at this moment, you are mine.  A hallucination of everything  I will never have.   
I’m sitti Echo of Glory
in Open on 7/23/03
The Lake was Where I saw HerThe Lake   
the lake was where I saw her  first, down by the shore  dancing with the waves  unable to imagine, what I felt  inside, or what I wanted to feel   
down by the shore, the wind blowing  grass floating, settling on the waves  proud as the early evening air  ripe with the fragrance of the sun, setting on  crimson water, the currents running under   
watching her, watching her hair blow  dishevelled by the evening breeze  a mass of glory unseated, leaving me  awestruck, enthralled, forgotten.  she never saw me   
so I gazed, looked at h The Lake was Where I saw Her
in Open on 6/24/03
Alive AgainAlive Again   
2am walking home, watching the streetlamps flicker  dying against the ebony, fighting to survive  and I whisper, making little wisps of thought  float on the early morning air  footsteps, crying softly for warmth  nirvana playing in my head  a monologue of grunge, seeking hope  from a wisdom long forgotten  seeing you holding him  seeing you surrounded, engulfed  by everything I hate.  everything I love forgotten, cast out  in to the night, like the pavement  cracked with remorse  crickets crying softly, sky illuminated  by the moon, full once Alive Again
in Dark on 6/24/03
Falling For You - PerhapsFalling For You   
I look at you, while the spotlight slowly lights up your features, and  sit back against the cold seats  dwell on what I feel, in the hall  in the dark, and hear your words  echo across the crowded air  and fall unto my ears  sweet, soft slivers of glory  every syllable so pronounced, so perfect  
and sigh as the curtains fall,  and feel the desire inside, within  now, you’re back inside  less makeup, more serene  set apart from the rest  you walk by, and I stand  amazed, awestruck  you walk by again,  and I lie there, motionless   Falling For You - Perhaps
in Open on 6/16/03
Down by The LakeThe Lake   
the lake was where I saw her  first, down by the shore  dancing with the waves  unable to imagine, what I felt  inside, or what I wanted to feel   
down by the shore, the wind blowing  grass floating, settling on the waves  proud as the early evening air  ripe with the fragrance of the sun, setting on  crimson water, the currents running under   
watching her, watching her hair blow  dishevelled by the evening breeze  a mass of glory unseated, leaving me  awestruck, enthralled, forgotten.  she never saw me   
so I gazed, looked at h Down by The Lake
in Emotional on 6/16/03
Colombo by NightColombo by Night   
JVP Appuhami expired STOP Funeral STOP, read the telegram. He clasped the little piece of paper in his hands and couldn’t help but smirk. The government logo, the royal insignia of Sri Lankan Government was printed untidily upon the crushed parchment. Carefully folding it he placed it in his paper bag. A battered beret and the infamous red book accompanied it in his bag. So April 5th would be the day, he thought as he walked through the paddy fields, hoisting his tattered sarong about his hips and whistling a popular film song. He was happy. Finally the day had come. The day where people like him would be free. & Colombo by Night
in Sociopolitical on 6/13/03
Dark Skiesdark skies, melancholy and white lies  little wisps, clouds, clearings  that succumb to the fading light  hide away in their cocoons, fearing the night  fearing me, as I walk  brooding, silent, almost dead against the grass  rubber slippers, worn out jeans  a band-logo t-shirt  searing my skin, and yet I walk  undecided, alone  out of reach, underneath the stars  crickets crying softly  feet planted on solid ground  earphones shelling out the sounds  of some forgotten band   
dark skies, melancholy and fireflies  little bits of glory beneath the stars  a Dark Skies
in Experimental on 5/5/03
Waking UpWaking Up   
It’s too dark to see  And I’m too lazy, lazy to reach for the light  So I lie in the darkness  And slip my hand, quietly  And encircle your waist, trace it’s delicate outline  And you stir, a smile playing softly  On your lips, in the dying ebony  In the fading darkness  I hear you breath  Gentle, against the morning air  Like a whisper  Of love and desire.  So I stare at the ceiling  And think of what has to be done  But you draw near, unknowingly  And search for me  Your hand drifting, prodding amongst the linen  So I give in, say the Waking Up
in Open on 4/23/03
The RainThe Rain   
Noon brings with it the dust of the week. Unravelled before the masses of people walking the high road. Scorching sun, sickening heat, relentless, unstoppable. The cobbler sits on his haunches, back against the cool stone wall. He sews, mending an old shoe. A man stands impatiently, on one leg, watching the world go by. Suspended in time for an instance. Shielding is eyes from the sun and silently implore the cobbler to hasten. He spits. Beatle juice. Red, a contrast against the dark brown road. And the children walk home, dotting the landscape with blue and white. School goers of a forgotten land. There is no hope left The Rain
in Perspectives on 4/18/03
Dirges in the DarkDirges in the Dark   
I never understood you. Never. They say you’ve broken up, again. And I don’t know what to think, what to feel. Why don’t you see? He’s playing with you. Strumming you like a harp. And you fall for him while he treats you like dirt and walks away, leaving you crying.  
 
Your tears fall, wetting your pillow. And I want to scream, thump his head against the wall.  
 
He’s killing you, tearing you to pieces. I want to feed him the dirt, the scum of the earth.   
Yet, you keep going back to him. And he says he loves you. Lying tongue, lying teeth.   
So I walk home in the rai Dirges in the Dark
in Perspectives on 4/12/03
Monsoon SeasonThe sky is dark, the way it always is at this time of year. The pregnant clouds, heavy with the burden of the impending monsoon, shudder under the weight they now carry. The sky, blue and clear in the morning, gradually grows darker, as the shadows set in. The crows fly home, their raucous sound filling the evening air. And then the raindrops fall.   
I look out and see the garden full of water. What yesterday was a lawn is now a lake, the water rudely barging in under our front gate. And I look at the veranda, where I used to make paper boats, and sit for ages looking at the gloomy sky. But all that is empty now. Just cigarette but Monsoon Season
in Perspectives on 4/7/03
The SameThe Same   
It’s just the same  Exact.  Every time I see you,  Every moment you fill up my being  Take over my existence  But you do not know it. You live in  Blissful ignorance.  This blessing, this curse  A paradox of longing  A matrix of pain  Twisting the emotion that remains  Tearing me to pieces  Unchecked agony  Unattainable peace  Everything is still the same  The way your hair falls softly over your forehead  The way the world shines in your eyes when you laugh  Everything.  So I lie back and watch the world go by  Watch as you wa The Same
in Dark on 3/31/03
SoliloquySoliloquy   
The sky cracks, making fragments in my mind  And rain falls outside my window  An incessant downpour  Of sorrow, filling the gutters  And making them overflow with grief  Brown, the colour of hate  Swimming in my mind  In that chasm of regret  The whirlpool of the lost  That still swirls, bristling with emotion  The sky shatters once more, tearing the evening air  And I can’t help, but think of you  But know that I’ll never forgive myself  As I pick up my pen to write  I feel the shivers down my spine  And the pangs of regret  Still strong, Soliloquy
in Dark on 3/31/03
Once MoreOnce More   
Sigh,  The wind tears throught the undergrowth,  Bringing with it the pain of yesterday  Bound and gagged, holding me hostage  From the world outside  So I rip the cords that bind,  Step outside to feel the breeze  Hit my brow, like a fallen angel  An eagle that will not fly again.  The sky is dark once more, the rapids turn  Creating clouds in my sub conscience.  I do not perceive, yet -  I cannot deny, the world is churning up  Ready to spill over  And kill my desire, thwart what I see.  Too late, too fast, too soon  Too much to hold on to Once More
in Open on 3/23/03
Look Up and See the SkyLook Up   
Cold, cold as a damp hearth  Rising up, spilling over  Flooding my heart, my insides  Frozen.  Emotionless.  Fitting the pieces in,  Pieces, fragments,  Of a forgotten past.  The stars, shine, glow  In Unison.  The sky, a magic disarray  Of glory and power.  My mind, a tangle of thoughts  Resting, waiting  Biding my time.  Feeling the winds of change  Running through the trees outside my window  Feeling the hunter cry  Feel the hunted shout  Feel the pain, the burden  Of love, of life  Of pain, of sorrow  Same dif Look Up and See the Sky
in Emotional on 1/18/03
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