#The_last_hassle
miles i have walked, days i have shed my breath in, friends i have met and left, all marked like stains upon the cloth of my yesterday memories. wishes never ceased to wish, hopes never wavered to hope for, all lingering as tatters from my past, i fail to mend my present. for yesterdays never favoured me...
today in my heart and hands, its all void, in my present every realm of hope, stands like dongas. i mean discarded and neglected spots of betterment. The boy in me crippled by fear, fear of what tomorrow holds when i bring nothing myself, feel forcefully robbed everything, that defines me human...
so much of a shell i carry, though its still heavy upon my conscious, for the emptiness awakes scars and memories that once habited there, daily i hear a sound from this shell, constantly reliving the soul piercing losses, I endured, it all reminds me how less of a human, my past has made me but i am not my yesterday, i am what i choose to be today
, tomorrow clear your parths i'm on my way
#Poetic_Ink
Let me rest,
For now I am tired of these quests.
What prize for me awaits?
Those hollow salutes and opened gates?
Or those meretricious praise that would echo,
When all I remember is catastrophic derecho?
Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor,
While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr.
Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling,
While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling.
Or those meadows habited with Nymphs?
While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist.
Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign?
While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains.
All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine.
But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines?
So let me walk away to where savannah's sway,
As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play.
So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests.
Let me breathe where laws of nature weave,
Solitary where I can grieve.
Arjuna, a grand warrior, well habited to,
Fight against nastiest of warrior crew;
Finds himself faced with kith and kin
To fight a war, hence, he fears within;
Dilemma-filled he calls out to God,
God hears him and hurries to his aid;
Erasing the doubts shrouding him,
He bids him his duties to perform;
Duty of a warrior is fighting, he says,
Not ever thinking of victory of loss;
Pleasure or pain or victory or defeat
Reckon on actions with no deceit;
Fighting against inner inclinations,
Demeanors, evil desires, illusions;
Losing all that’s imperfection within,
Combating to gain the life’s soul win;
Knowledge combined with love is ideal,
Action and no inaction – must be real;
Doing duties with no fruit expectance,
Must be the pursuit of human existence;
Though it may not be always possible,
Striving towards it is, indeed, feasible...
05 July 2021
NEST
Tiny red bellied birds
Busy building a nest
on an electricity transformer !
The couple
Use rubbish of nearby
Cable factory
Pease of wires, cables
different sizes, and shapes
wing its way
Trapping in the sharp beaks
Irritable noise alarmed…
The couple
Exhaustedly
Sat a while on a wire, looking around
A little lad watching curiously
Asked,
What you funny birds do there!
She bird replied with a sorrowful mew
Because,
You’re voracious, merciless
And
Destroyed our lovely habited!!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
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