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Best Poems Written by Rasitha Ranasinghe

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Our Teacher

We
got no,
such smart boards,
nor internet,
but love spills on teacher's eyes when teaching;
while sun and wind heal our souls like white sheets,
her sweet kind voice,
turns, to ink –
fills our,
books.

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Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date: 2nd December 2020
Revised

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After the Lockdown-Tb

Mirrors don’t lie,
Ask me why? they –
Don’t cry, at me.

Wrote for Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
On 29 November 2020
Sponsored by, Charles Messina

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Monoku

a small white wild flower smiles in the flower bed ~ i water that too 

Date: 09th July 2022
Contest: The art of peace poetry contest 
Sponsored by:John Lawless

1st place winner of the contest judged on 16th July 2022

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Reflection

I look at my reflection; 
through the mirror;
dull gloomy eyes;
frowning;
messy hair;
dry lips;
shabby clothes;
slightly wrinkled face;
worn out self.
And 
Who is this young girl?
I’m seeing behind me;
holding my husband’s hand;
with a tiara on head;
wearing a white frock ;
with white veil;
holding fresh bunch of flowers;
Oh! That smile, spreads an aura of energy,
who is she?
framed in an old photograph;
from the bedside table;
turned toward me.

Wrote for Juxtaposition Poetry Contest
On 24 November 2020
Sponsored by Silent One

Placed 2nd in the contest

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Tour To Khajuraho Temples

The Khajuraho Group of Monuments are a group of Hindu and Jain temples in Chhatarpur district, Madhya Pradesh, India, about 175 kilometres southeast of Jhansi. They are a UNESCO World Heritage Site.The temples are famous for their nagara-style architectural symbolism and a few erotic sculptures.
Source: Wikipedia 

Tour to Khajuraho temples 

Well built physiques;
Petrifact yet full lips;
Horizontal figures;
Half closed eyes;
Fully bloomed breasts;
Curvy lines;
Defining,that the womanhood is this;
Khajuraho temples;
Where outer walls;
Are sculptured with men and women;
lost themselves;
In their own moony world;
Crying out to the universe to;
Luxuriate the benefit of;
Pleasurable sensation of owning senses.

Having witnessed the wondrous;
Birth of sensuality;
With noises unheard;
By beholding, the outer walls;
I break slowly to feel a glimpse of;
The Inner world of the chamber;

Alas!
The open arena;
Opened to the cool breeze;
Flows from every direction;
Is only a hollow chamber.
The inner voice emerged from inside there;
Whispers to me;
In a serene voice,

"Come if you are to willing to;
Be awaken.
"The sensations;
You witnessed by glancing at the outer walls;
Are only;
Just only;
Vibrations";
A wave that'll give birth to another wavelet and disappear".

And I sink my self;
In to a complete;
Trance;
That is Non decipherable by any known words;
And allow myself to merge;
With the evening mist;
In the crimson twilight;
Convinced by the awareness of the absence; of "me".

Inspired by the concept of Non-dual awareness. 
Thank you to the sponsor for presenting the concept 
And all the best to those who took part of the contest

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Twilight

redness of the leaves
merge with the hues of the sky~
dawn of the twilight

Date: 17 August 2022
Contest: Nature themed Haiku poetry contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Number of syllables: 5-7-5
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Unspoken

Lump
On throat
Forced stopped tears
Bleed from the heart;
And filled to quill; reborn as poetry

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Six Relatives, Love Is Inevitable -Reposted

Suddenly, 
all four of you, pretty maidens, bonded with sisterly love,
running, all the way down,
through the lush greenery of the jungle,
jump —
from the mossed green rocks, laughing and stealing the attention,
of all those who surround you.
Then giggling and chuckling, across the blue-green valleys, 
Continue your unstoppable journey.
Lustrous maidens, move placidly, to four different directions,
bearing your own sorrows, quietly, now
and through meadows, to your destination.

Awaits there, your dearly dad, with open arms.
Together at once, you run toward him,
to indulge in the waves of love,
and the joy of laughter echoes, it’s the celebration of reunion
after many miles.

Way up there, amidst the mist,
watching your mom, smiling with maternal love,
still imagining that you’re the sweetest 
baby girls that she gave birth to.
Oh!  You, four pretty maidens,
rivers of a tropical island,
together with your dad, The Mighty Ocean,
sing the chorus of the inevitable Love;
it’s the sweetest psalm, to your ever-loving mom,
who stands still, with unwavering courage,
smiling amidst the mist—
The Peak. 

There are four main rivers in Sri Lanka, birthed from Central highlands, flowing down in four directions, across the island, until they lose themselves among the splendor of the Indian Ocean.  
(Source: Wikipedia)

Wrote for Six Relatives Poetry Contest
On 22 November 2020
Sponsored by, Caren Krutsinger
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Edited

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Like a Lotus Let Me Bloom

Let me bloom like a fragrant lotus;
From the pool of mud-
-I've got my self, drowned in;
Remorse ignites courage;
For the long way ahead.
And is there anyone to listen to me today?
It's just only me, listening to my own self- lamenting under my own feet.

I wanted to win ;
I wanted to win everything;
And looking back,  there's absolutely nothing I've won;
by defeating others ;
by killing their their poor souls.

I've got all the power, I wanted;
And all the wealth, I wanted;
But I own nothing today;
Except more and more enemies.

Therefore; 
Let me now;
Transform my hatred to love, war to peace; 
Let me send the fragrance of love & peace across the- universe;
Let me bloom like a Lotus from mud;

Inspired by the character of King Asoka in India

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Wintering Birds

November rains pour from the sky,
seated near window my thoughts cry,
damp, cold weather and island life,
memories hurt  – like a  knife,
water bubbles gets swell and burst, 
deep red autumn hues are my thirst.

Flocks of wintering birds fly high,
warm sense grows in my inward eye,
these birds console my inner strife,
heart starts paying a tune from fife,
birds from homeland flying unversed,
reveal autumn – grief reversed.

Wrote for Lay November Poetry Contest
20th November 2020
Sponsored by – William Kekaula 

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