samadhi sithara

  Black rose flower .. why are you crying?? Do other flowers make fun of your color ? It was very sad. Feel like crying out loud,right... Do you know you are so beautiful. Even though it is black , it is a beautiful, fragrant rose. When you are with other flowers, you stand out. People are talking about you...So are you still shy?? Do you know the value of you have?. If you know that value you will not hide. Why do we have a difference between colors?? Although black, not everyone gets a beautiful color.

                                                 Do you remember we go to walk. Then you tell me that there are small people in the mountains just like me. you said, them were waiting for me to speak. So... I'm comforted by the beauty of those stories. The cold wind blowing through the Karaba and Bovitiya trees still hums the poems you recited. I still remember making our hands and feet out of wrinkled hands. The scent of milk that comes through the room. The picture of you hanging on the wall still looks at us and smiles.                                                                                              I know, when you se...

So today to whole sky To this great earth  given the light cried sadly The most darkness days  when there was life withered and grieved  Melted in the lake water How I say.... The great Kumbuk tree on the lake when you look at above Worshipers very tight when broke my stalk It's hurt a lot When your light falls that I bloom at night the great poet said on the darkest days  that I bloom well You don't know yet....

The fence belonging to the house A crawled ant  got a wings flew away to fantastic from fence Until daddy comes, looking through the keyhole, listen little daughter I an your mom... Did you see ??? white sugar cube with the setting sun melt to the beautiful Take the Kumudu flower comes home everyday with Mahappa come to this house daughter...

  I am your devi                                                                                               Bandare my life  Your image that i seek every day As much as peeking Know the first rubber tree at the top  Say you're there From you're cigar Exhaust fumes  Kissing is my nose Rubber tree trunk, Just like you cried my grief all night Fill the coconut shell The rubber latex is overflowing slowly as usual Running from bottom to top Separating laim and plantation areas Massive tree column  To the weeping rubber tree Laughing arrogance.

  The drumbeat is not on the red carpet. When obtaining an online degree by registered post The mountain of the suffering that the father suffered Will exploded on the paddy field The festivities were held in the royal palaces of the country Day before yesterday Why did not you see the crowd Swarming over the medicine bottle ??? When trying to offer a flower and a black cloak. How to them say kiss a bunch of thorns ? A millions of gods are looking well When the flowers are crushed before flowering  Amara of grade one is still under the sal tree... 

                      Lots of city - falling                     White rain of flower                    As well as your breath                    Brothers heartbeat Remembering you, To the half - smiling moon I was deceived even today Sometimes some night I still wake up PANCHI know??? Tooth Relic water tomorrow out of the gorge Let me smile a little Squeeze with love Beautifully smiling  sending a cheek ???                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                         When walked hurts the feet  I'm on the corner of the road when sitting flying over my head Birds, listen to this... To bloom beautifully  The waiting white lotus,cried The cactus tree whose leaf dies Gave birth to as stillborn  Love from the heart  Wait until brought My moon Look at, man  going without saying Listen to the bird Laugh out loud Kiss with love Glowing in the distant...

                                                                                                         I went to the bed early but I work up in the  middle of the night in a dream. Then you have a lot of work on the table. I wanted your warmth but I made up my mind and tried to go back to sleep. But that big bed gave me great loneliness. When I work up in the morning you were not there but I barley remember touch my head. I want to see your face in the morning but I not have that luck.I'm waiting to seen you all day. I look forward to the evening. I have a lot of cases to tell you. I like also talk you a lot, go for walk and vacation. I have great security where you are. But I'm a 21 years old big girl now. Now I know y...

Haven't seen you in a long time 😇 You're still as beautiful as ever The beautiful smile still lingered on face That laugh has not diminished yet. your long hair still beautiful, The hair rebellion in front had been aroused. Of course of no one was there I was going to fix it in order. That red bus stopped in front of you... When I look again, you go                                   Without saying.😶 Do you know... I'm still alone there.  

                                                           Our eyes are the main thing that makes us look beautiful.We have so beautiful eyes.One can have bright blue eyes like stars. Another can have dark black eyes like the      bottom of the well. However we take good care of our eyes like a gem...But I think one day..                                                 If we lose our eyes... oh my god.... what will happen to us if that happen ??? 😳😱                                    Think....                   we have to stay with someone help for the rest of our liv...

 My son do you know?   What was happened to this country now?? The country is dying again little by little. We have nothing to do either , my son .... The farmer is on fire. Your uncle also dead a week ago of heart attack. To the grief of not being able to feed the little ones... Your aunt goes from house to house washing pots . Sitting on the top of the country that has been killed saved, big men reign and laugh... Trampling small people. everyone lives very hard. The day before yesterday  Your salary has fallen into the book. I can still feel your breath,son... Come back your mom... Mom is waiting, To give my son a bouquet of flowers... My son, I'm still breathing, so sadly                                                                                    ...

mom... this is my feeling...                                              Do you know mom? As I pass Kadugannawa every week I am reminded mom.The grief that mom suffered made us big man.Mom's love is just as deep as that slope💗.Do you know mom I miss going on the bus😢.Afraid to go alone... I always remember mom when I was alone in Colombo... Nothing tastes better than the food my mother makes.Mom, I get also thinner...😄 You always told me to learn to be alone . Mom, my head hurts all time .Nangi also remembers then. It's sunny here mom.I'm black.Ah... I bought a beautiful skirt for you,from my bursary money😉.How is Daddy???Still sick??  Mom... you know,our madams smell like you...I think that smells of love.I do a lot of work now.I can also speak English now.                             ...

Dear little brother...                                                    Remember...The rabbit in the story I told you?.He jumped into the see.The moon is very sad without her loving rabbit😢.Do you remember uncle Banda ?.He remind you...Your friends are too big now...The did not get to know me..but that fat younger brother asked me "where was Chalaka"?💔.when I go home , our swing swings lonely. He's very sad without us.Your lake is full of soil.Remember the toy house you built for me?,it was taken to the distant sky by an angels....I saw little angels playing in it.There was a little fairy like our little sister👸...The bushes in the ground are overgrown.The toy bat is rotten... The tamarind tree is still breathing but sadly .😥Everything is changed but the pictures we drew in our room,are still beautiful... Like our love...         ...