Broken Mind

The vase

Love was kept

Broken into pieces

Beneath chairs, bed and table

On the floor

In different different shapes

Drops of tears

Sobbed in vain and

Swept it out and

Put into dustbin

Love was inserted

Into a new vase

After a few days

Forgetting past

It was a dark and rumble

Brought conflict

And broke the vase that

Never re arranged

It was a pain

Unbearable and

Time was gave the silence

And medicine for the cause

Looking at each other

Smiles

Peep into the vase

And look for

Whether there is

Love.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

　

　

　

　

　

　

Deviation

In a certain point

I deviated

From myself.

Wandered far away

From place to place.

Returned again

But

For me too

I am an outsider.

Everywhere

I

Come and go

On the way

I diverge in a certain point

And was an outsider

To them and there.

It was stopped

In a certain place

Every thing happens as usual

But I cannot deviate

But an out sider.

Udaya R. Tennakoon

Accusation

Birds flocking together

Blamed to the sneared bird

Not for the trap

In the sense of knowing

Return not again to them

Find faults and blame him

Not to trap .

He has gone to go

A journey

Who never has gone.

If he accrossed it

Birds would fly behind him.

Would and could be able

To eat and taste

Of fruits and nuts

And too the freedom

Never have had.

Udaya R. Tennakoon