The day never saw the rising sun,
As the smoke covered
The souls and the sky.
History Screamed
With it’s stained pages.
Bloody roads;
Smoky sky; and
The tear filled eyes
Scarred  the history.
They ran along the streets
Screaming for help.
Once their friends now the foes
Turned deaf and aggressive.
They lost their babies in the boiling tar;
They lost their daughters to the prey hunters;
Whirling smoke demolished their assets;
They lost their hopes once and for all,
To be friend with the foes turned friends.
Being boarded on the ship,
They saw the dawn in the horizon
Of the sacred land,
Awaited their arrival
With an extended hand.
Ashore, shoeless feet felt
Assured, ‘this is the homeland’.

How many times?
Lost memory squeezed itself
To find
How many times I lost my addresses?
Just turned thirteen,
When they murmured the first time
Of them.
Overnight we lost our address.
Searched the dictionary
For the meaning of the new name,
“Refugee”, we acquired.
Hurting to lift off the new face
We moved on to save the souls.
Since then,
How many times I lost my addresses?
With the tick of the clock
Gone the decade twice.
Here I am with a new face.
Got an address with the face of an “Immigrant”
Still…………..
Fighting to find an address for me
With the face of my own.

Being colourless inside,
I bear the colour of a rainbow outside.
I bear a prism in my heart
Full of feelings, emotions and intelligence
Yet blank on its all sides.
Prism overflows with sway of the universe;
Prism dances, rolls and twists
Faster and faster.
Here I change,
With the colours of a rainbow.
Red in anger;
Black if I am sad;
White when full of peace;
Green in love:
Blue goes as my lucky colour;
Indigo suits me best;
Eyes brown and the hair pitch dark.
My skin bears the Srilankan brown
Here I live as a Canadian.
But my computer says, I am British in “colour”
Here you go
Seeing me in many colours
But sincerely
I am blank inside.
Colourless.

Unseen lines
Keep you bound in your body,
In your home and sometimes
Out of your home,
Out of your country too.
Bottled emotions,
Denied expectations,
Feelings that were cut in the bud
Roll and roll; again and again;
Bound in the body
Distressed and derived.
Oceans stretch their wavy hands beyond their borders;
Wind and birds go beyond the fortified forts;
Sky deceives with its unseen horizon;
Clouds wander beyond the limits.
Why not me? Why not me?