Betrayals
Since born, betrayals left its marks.
The path I walked through
Bore the thorns of betrayals.
The fruit of life was never plucked
Without the scratches of thorny betrayals.
But each time,
Oozing blood and the pricking pain hurts
With the violence of a point zero bullet.
Each time I say,’ I learnt a lesson.’
At the end of the day healed scratch and consoled pain
I start the life again with the new born freshness
Full of hope and excitement.
Another version of Homo sapiens
Cross my path; with my readymade heart of compassion
I begin to believe in humanity.
Hope and confidence brought with the sunlight is
Again gone at the end of the day
With the dark of dusk covering the heart.
Midnight, heart prevails in darkness;
Nerves breakdown; 
I laugh with agony – depression
A step prior to so called mental sickness.

I woke startled
Yearning for the tick of the lizard
Under the florescent bulb
In search of a tiny insect.

On the other side of midnight,
Life was very slow,
Marked by the tick of the lizard.
Stress free, relaxed, and
The ends met smoothly with harmony.
The dangers and sorrows
Left in the mist and the dark of a dawn
Failed to spoil the hope and peace
Left in the heart.

On the other side of the midnight
I lie on the cold bed
With a chunk of nostalgia
Aching in the heart,
Killing the moments with the tick of the clock
In my effort to synchronize
My body and mind to the tick of the clock.
‘Faster, faster’ the unheard command
Chasing me to a fast pace.
The long stretched, snow covered, slippery path
Lies before me
To be walked fast;
To be worked fast;
To meet the ends of the life
Which lie in the opposite horizons.

Do they know?
Underneath the steel cover
There lies a beating heart.
Size of a strawberry;
Full of emotions; and
Wave of love
Overflowing the ridge to be ashore.

Do they know?
Underneath the steel cover
The heart leaps in search of care and love
With every beat.
The squeeze of the tiny heart
Boost the life in us.
We in turn boost the life in you,
Caring, loving and always giving.

Do they know?
Underneath the steel cover
There lies scars and puss.
The face of poverty;
The face of war;
The face of lost and death;
The face of young men shredded into pieces;
The face of women with torn cervixes;
The face of the betrayals:
The face of the cruel world
With its tightly sealed mouths.

Do they know?
The steel cover is full of scars.
Still the heart underneath beats
With the hope and great expectations
To be cared;
To be loved:
To be understood.
A caring hand to tear the steel and say,
“Oh! You are a gentle woman
As any one out there in the sophisticated world”

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?