A young Girl

Fields of colourless flowers
Staring at the wide, blue sea,
Sharing the beauty of endless love;
Two young eyes,
Clouding the darkness with light
A young girl; raw beauty.
She smiles at the stars beyond;
Reach towards the dove,
Flying across the sky,
Cradling the sun.

A young girl; an angel so fair
Lay your head on the wind,
Colour the rainbow, with your delicate touch.
Run down the mountain, streaming silver flames;
Colouring the shadows, with imaginary light.

Never cry, young girl
Fill the day with showers of laughter
Colour the wilderness, whispering a prayer.
The eyes ignore such beauty;
Envious that nothing could compare.

THE PAINTER

It’s just another painting full of colour and wonder

A trail left by the painter’s brush

It’s hard to see the desperate strokes

In the bright reds and blues, and colourful hues.

Nobody sees the expression of the painter’s hands

All withered, coloured, and pale

Gasping, he reaches for his brush

Hoping and praying, that

The splattered colours of his canvas

Would give him life;

So he may live for one more day.

ANOTHER STORY…

It amazes me, how we get through our rainy days by displaying a bright sunny smile which fools everybody around us. Thus far, i should proudly say that i have perhaps won a gold medal for camouflage. This is one of those rare things in life, that a non-selfconfident person such as I, realizes the assurance of being a first prize winner. One does get tired of the title however, due to exhausion in pretending every second of your day. Pathetic as i may sound, there are instances when people actually die due to the secrets in their lives due to cardiac diseases. I don’t think that they are pathetic one bit! Those who think it is, are fibbers, or insensitive, or even perhaps inhuman. After all, secrets are kept to protect those around us, and to preserve confidentiality. 

Certain secrets are however extremely trying. Spiritual battles perhaps is the cherry of a chocolate sundae, without even a hint of sweetness close to it. It is the top, of the top. Sometimes these battles affect more than just one person, it could affect two persons, who, though trying to be strong, are weak at heart, and faith. One leans on the other, while the other tries to not crumble under the weight. It’s tough. But it seems to be worth it in the end.

A STORY….

Sometimes, you tend to lose friends, close friends, to many things. It’s hard to grasp the truth sometimes. Unfortunately in life, the show must go on. We have to deal with it; it’s not like we have a choice.

I have lost many friends; friends that meant the world to me. They were true friends that stayed with me through thick and thin. Somehow down the line, our friendships came to an end. It’s never easy, when it is they who leave you behind, and you are left to pick up the shattered happy memories of togetherness. Yesterday, I came to realize, that a most loved and cared friend of mine, who was with me through my “dark days”, who helped me live, has gone astray with his life. It’s amazing how a “savior friend” could ironically change their very own lives into hell. Just for a girl. I know now for a fact that he would never recognize me anymore on the road. I know that he chose to forget me.

Many chose to forget me. It’s just that he was my brother. A true friend, that gave up on life, because of an illusion. He craved for love, yet settled for lust. The irony is, that he was a friend that taught me how to love, when i had no faith in love. He showed me what love is. Now he is gone; gone to live with a woman that knows no love.

I have lost faith in humanity in the past. I guess it would only continue.

MY TESTIMONY

“In the darkest hour, the candles dim

I kneeled and prayed

For the forgiving light to chase all the

past shaddows away.

My thoughts were of fear and hate,

comfort was miles apart.

But then, I felt your hand in mine

A Guardian Angel smiling down at me

Standing right by my side.

I felt all my burdens lift. My past was healed.

All decay was gone. I was clean once more.

Because you are my Messaiah, 

my Lord,

You cradled you runaway sheep

And you bore the deepest shame,

the most inhuman pain,

to save your “precious” one from the

clutches of the forbidden hand.

Christ, my Saviour,

there You stood on a cross,

crying, on the mountain top of Calvary,

a rose wearing a crown of thorns,

like a diamond, lost among the angels’ silent song.” 

This poem is dedicated to my Jesus, who saved me from death literally. He loved me so much that He gave His life for me, so that i may live. My life is a living testimony of His grace and mercy.

After all, I am just a spec in this world..yet He cared for me, and for all the earth and those who lived in it.

IN THE DARK……

http://youtube.com/watch?v=nhwIFbB5iuo 

It seemed like another advertisement with fun loving kids..jumping about throwing colour powders in the air..celebrating the “Holi” Festival in India. The deeper meaning to the advertisememnt is shown afterwards.

It’s extremely touching, as the old man washes off the colourful mess that was splattered all over the white walls, and then finally washing a board outside which claimed the place to be a school for the blind. It’s so sadly ironic, that these children who were blind were celebrating a festival full of colour, when they could see nothing. Just complete darkness. It’s a beautiful advertisement, that strikes right at the heart as it unveils two of the many the questions of a blind boy.. “How many colours are there..?” ….. “…what does green look like..?” 

It also struck me really hard, how fortunate we are. Little by little, as i watched it for the second time, i realised many things that i have missed when watching absent mindedly the children at play previously. I noticed the sense of smell, and touch, and sound. Senses that we take for granted, are what these children use to survive each day. It opens your eyes to a part of a blind person’s life. It also occurred to me, ironically, it is us, who do have, complain of what we don’t have, while these children, who will never see the world, are full of contentment as they enjoy the splashes of colour that they cannot see.

Something Beautiful

As i stand facing the sea

the great horizon before me

it seems so close and yet so far…

everything is so peaceful as i stood there

bliss was complete. Like a child

full of wonder and anticipation

of something the world cannot see;

it could only be felt in your heart,

only could be thought in your mind.

I wish i could see what lies beyond

the promises that is yet to be revealed

but what can i see? I’m just a tiny spec

that is lost in my thoughts

that lies beyond the horizon…

it’s not a dead end…that i know…

there is more yet to come…

THE CONFUSED ONE..

Confusion is basically my first name! I don’t think it deserves the place of being the “middle” name. Out of all my silly confusions, the most complex that i could think about is, the whole idea about who i am. Today at class we had o write down our identities..and i really didn’t know who exactly i was. okay, so maybe we won’t know 100% about ourself, but I didn’t even know 50%!! I realised i need more personality tests that you get in the internet, but even to answer the questions, it just drive me nuts! To answer the questions,I don’t know who i am! It’s a total “catch 22″ scenario! I am one confused soul!

THE FUNERAL

It was another funeral, on another ordinary day… nothing unusual except for the fact that it was a pentecostal funeral, thus all the chairs are put aside and we were to stand throguh out the whole procedure. Which was tiring for all of us. Insensitive as it sounds, it is the truth. It was one of my distant friend’s father who died. He didn’t even shed a tear, until the time came for the final goodbye. In other words the burial.

Too many things raced through my mind as i watched handfuls of earth were thrown into the coffin by the family members. I watched my friend..turning away, wiping his tears hastilly before his mother could see him. I thought that was really brave of him. As his mother started crying saying,”You have left me and the children no?”, “you didn’t take me with you no?”, “you have left me alone no?”…it was just too sad to be true. It made me think, in the future, what if i would have to step into her same shoes? It made me think, is it true when people say that it is better to love and to lose, than to not love at all…? My mind was racing through pages and pages of thougths. Could i bear such a loss? It could be my parents, my friends, my boyfriend… It was so heart breaking. The bond; the vow that was pledged on their wedding day, is broken. “Till death do us part.” It’s over then.

the beautiful suburbs of “the lanka”

well, i was rather “flabbergasted” one fine day last week when while walking down the lane after work, to see a bunch of fourteen year old “brats” bunched together, and as i passed they strted saying “hey, baby”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!what on earth were they thinking???did this even exist before…that younger kids would talk like that to a much older person??and another time while walking with my friend some weirdos, or rather most likely rapper wannabes who don’t even know what words they are using say, ” f*** your ass”!!!what are they trying to prove??nomatter how long your jeans and sleeves are we women are deprived of our identity as we become “toys” to wannabe “cool” brats!totally victimised!it’s just simply absurd!!!they have no respect whatsoever to women anymore!they have no respect for another’s feelings!it’s just unnerving!what has our suburbs become??detroit??such fools!