It's an eternal scar..

I wake up in the beautiful morning
And see my swollen eyes by mourning
So the pain rush through my body by burning
And I start the day with a yearning

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the nightmares of life
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the beauty I dreamt

I'm tantalized when I'm in reality
So I fantasize things beyond reality
It keeps me away from sanity
And gives me a hope for the vitality

When I think I should get out of this haze
It appears with more power like a blaze
And throws my self in to a maze
And keep me in the state of daze

Go to the top and be the best
Put a smile on my face and do the rest
This is the wish I carry to the chest
In the end I Hope I could meet in the west.

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the nightmares of life
It's an eternal scar..
Reminds me the beauty I dreamt

It's an eternal scar..
Carved from the warm tears of my eyes
It's an eternal scar..
Carved deep in to the roots of my heart

It's an eternal scar..

A Note...

It seems like this blog is becoming poetic. :) So as the blog author I thought I should say something about it.
Lately I have found out that a verse could be a powerful way to express ideas, communicate and extend our creativity. It has given me the chance to write about something in a deeper way, which could bind the hearts of the readers. I thought publishing my verses in the blogger is a fine way to get to know what the others have to say about my verses and to learn and enhance my knowledge about writing.
Hope you all enjoy the posts. :)

Thanx.... :D

Cross the Line....

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something she should not do
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's so hard
Not to cross the line
when she sees the
beauty beyond.

It's so hard
Not to give in to her feelings
when she knows the
length it could take her.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something which will make tears in eyes
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's not easy
to hold back her tears
when she knows
why they are there.

It's not easy
to move on with life
when she knows
what she lost for ever.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something to see his smiling eyes
Answer her.. she wants to know.

It's so easy
to give into his smile
when she could imagine the
extreme beauty it could take her.

It's so hard
to see the disappointment
when she knows the
hope is everything.

Does she cross the line?
cross and does something
something irresistible , would you reject her?
Answer her.. she wants to know.

Does she cross the line?
Answer her.. she wants to know.

So Much Less was Said...

Words come to my heart
tears fill my eyes
memories come to my mind
Will there be another chance?
I ask my self.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

I should have said
everything you wanted to know
everything I wanted to say
we could have been different
we would have light up our lives.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

Blue, violet, indigo
now the rainbow has faded to white light
there's no colour you can see in me
as the rain is over
a teardrop could change.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

Time passes day by day
I see you near but you are away
There won't be an answer
to the silent question within me
so the pendulum has stopped for me.

So much less was said
when I had the chance.
Now it is gone and too late
I see no going back...

What becomes...

What becomes of the night
if there's no stars to blink?

What becomes of the sea
if there's no water to wave?

What becomes of a tree
if there's no branches to grow?

What becomes of a bird
if there's no wings to fly?

What becomes of a flower
if there's no petals to smile?

What becomes of a book
if there's no pages to read?

What becomes of a pen
if there's no ink to write?

What becomes of a ship
if there's no sailor to ride?

What becomes of a mother
if there's no child to hold?

And what becomes of me
if there's no love to live?

It's haunting...

It's haunting
every night and day.
It's following
every where I go.

And I rush in to the darkness
There's no light at all.
And I learn to love the darkness
'Coz I can see no one at all.

There won't be any judgment
when darkness is everywhere.
So I learn to love the darkness
'Coz there won't be any difference at all.

And it's haunting
Every moment I'm awake.
And it's watching
what ever I do.

Cruel truth of past
guilt is all over my veins.
There's no going back at all
as it appears before me like a ghost.

There's no end to this circle
it's going on and on
Drawing away my every breath
until the last moment and on.

And it's haunting
Even inside me.
And it's forcing
to me to be spoken.

And it's haunting
every night and day.
And it's following
every where I go.

The Freedom Writers...

I watched a movie today, just to keep awake because my father is not at home, and it's heavily raining outside and can't hear a thing. But it turned out to be very inspiering couple of hours.

The movie was called "The Freedom Writers", based on the book The Freedom Writers Diary. And I'm eager to find the book and read it. Because it contains true stories. Stories of young teenagers, who have seen worse in their lives but thrive to become the best. A teacher who sacrificed her life to make her students realize their potentials. And I wonder whether I ever
survive in situations they were. And yes, that was in United States of America. The most powerful country in the world.

This is about the lessons we can learn from this great story.I always considered writting as
one of the best ways to convay thoughts within us. What we want others to hear. And from this movie it was proved how powerful writting can be. It also shows how and ordinary individuale can make a better difference for a group of people, for community, for country and for the world. The most important thing it shows us is that, no matter how much big problems you have or face, how much injustice happens to you, or how many people gang against you to pull you down, if you, yourself understand the calling from the bottom of your heart, if you get to know who you want to be in your life from the deep inside no matter what's in the surface, you must have will, beleife in yourself, earn respect from yourself and others, and give respect for the people who it deserves, and thrive all the way up to the ladder making immpossible things possible.

It's a story of our time.

Though I live miles away from where this happened, I think every youth can relate to this story in a someway.

The Freedom Writers

"It won't be over... "

Knock... Knock...
the lights went off,
the wind rushed through the window,
slammed.. the door get closed..

I lighted a candle
but the wind blew it away.
All was dark and
there was no way out..

There was a chilling coldness
a shiver caught up with me
and I was thrown to the darkness
couldn't catch up my breath.

I was on my knees
crawling and sighing
nothing could be seen
and no where to go..

A pain went through my body
and memories began to haunt
and the story of harsh truth
unveiled before my eyes again

I heard a deep voice,
it whispered into my ears,
"It won't be over..
it's just beginning.."

And flashes came one by one
I was loosing the glimpse of light
reminding me there's no end to a round
light came through the window pane,
and it will happen again.

Betrayal…

Imagine Cup 2007 - Sri Lanka was held in Galadari Hotel, Colombo on 18th June 2007. And few of my friends along with team from our institute went to this event. And from everything they said in the following morning I gathered that they have witnessed and experienced an event with great new innovative ideas, young enthusiastic people, spirit of the youth, what exactly the
commercial world look for in a product, irony, sarcasm, challenge, final decisions and most of all betrayal from the people we trusted.

First of all I will salute the youth who came up with their OWN great new innovative ideas. No matter who won the competition I think that everyone who was there is a winner as long as they
came up with their OWN new idea and implement that effectively. Only because they have given the society the chance of a solution for a problem in a new way. So well done for everyone who was honest with them selves.

Now comes the betrayal part..
I know that my friends had the shock of their lives that evening, and so did I, when I heard it in the next morning. When we first got know about the Imagine Cup competition, we too had planned form up a team of our own. We worked hard towards it with amazingly new and great idea which one of my friends had. she gave strength to that idea by adding parts to it day after day, night after night. And we all made it stronger with our knowledge. And finally we came up
with a great proposal. But unfortunately for us, it was very hard for us to set our mind and strength to a powerful idea like that, with lack of time, with serving the working community every week day and sometimes even Saturdays and with our studies. Eventually we gave up the opportunity we had because we wanted our idea to have the depth it deserves when it comes alive, not just rushed work.

But alas..
At that evening my friends witnessed that our proposal had being given away to another group
without our knowledge at all. They even got a place in the competition. My friends saw how badly that the other team had tried to implement our proposal. It was a tragedy. But I say the
blame does not go to this other team, but to who ever the person that gave our proposal away.
Apart from the people who worked for this idea, it was know only to people whom we had lot of
trust, people whom we thought we can count on. But our trust is paid off like this. And I say this is Intellectual Property stealing. The thing is, it would have not being mattered this much if, who ever the person who gave this away, inform us before giving it to some other person. We wouldn't have said no. At least it could have save the pain which caused to us. And I think, who ever the person who gave this away at least should do us the courtesy of apologizing from us for what he/she has done.

And I wish, may the strength be with us to face the challenges like this which come across in our path...

Make it disappear...

Make it disappear, disappear
Please do make it disapear
Plea........se do........
make it disapear
my loneliness, loneliness
Please do make my loneliness
disa.......ppear

I hope you to
hold me, hug me, kiss me and cherish me,
and most importantly
make my loneliness disappear
disappear, disappear in to thin air
disappear in our love
please do make it disappear

Make it disappear, disappear
Please do make it disappear
Plea........se do........
make it disappear
my loneliness, loneliness
Please do make my loneliness
disa.......ppear

Please do make this work,
and let the passion grow,
and make our world light.
Do let me feel secure,
and hold your hand in mine
and feel the love in your heart in my veins
Please do make our love win my fear.

And please do make it disappear
make it disappear, disappear
Please do make it disappear
Plea........se do........
make it disappear
my loneliness, loneliness
Please do make my loneliness
disa.......ppear

Paradise of love...

When you cross the bridge to the paradise of love,
And when you walk through that beautiful gate,
You'll be enchanted by the beauty you see,
You'll be captured with a glow of your passion,
And all your dreams will be bound with love,
And all your feelings would be uncontrollable.

And when you cross the bridge to the paradise of love,
And when you walk through that beautiful gate,
You'll walk through beautiful paths with hand to hand,
You'll feel the warmth rising through your nerves,
And you'll give anything to feel that warmth,
And you'll be haunted by the memories of every moment.

And when you cross the bridge to the paradise of love,
And when you walk through that beautiful gate,
You'll see that there are prickles on the stem of red rose,
You'll face with huge mountains in the beautiful path you took,
And you'll see the beauty of rose without wounding your fingers,
only if you are protected by your love.
And you'll get to the mountain top,
only if you walk with hand to hand, with courage and love.

And when you cross the bridge to the paradise of love,
And when you walk through that beautiful gate...

Thoughts within Me...

Hmmm.... I'm idle after a long time during the working hours. And going on a rat race for past
few months when it comes to work.. it feels odd to have a break. So to get rid of that oddness I thought to write some of the thoughts pops in to me head.

Clear Mind - It's essential to have a clear mind when you are doing something. It adds lots of energy to you and you'll be able to put your self into what you are doing. And I say it's essential to have a clear mind even when you are doing nothing, or your idle time would be a real mess.

Blog posts - I don't know why, but I always find it very difficult to read very long blog posts. Or the posts which states the same point in hundred different ways. My personal feeling is that blog posts should be short, precise, attractive and in day to day language(It should not contain technical terms unless it is necessary or unless the blog is about some specific field.). Even, I may not full fill these points in my posts, but I do can say that I try to.

Sleep - Can't live without it. Everyone need to sleep few hours a day. It gives our body freshness and a break and keep us healthy. But sleeping more than you need.. is not a good a thing either.

Books - I love books. Either it's about a specific subject or a romantic classic, it always teaches you something. I believe reading books is a less cost way of traveling around the world. You'll experience a world within your fingertips.

Contradiction...

It's being a while.. er not a while, a long time since I last wrote something in here. And when I think of writing something in here, and start to write, I go blank. Why is that? I often ask from my self. And I finally came to a conclusion. It's that I have so many things in my mind, in my head and in my heart, I get confused on what should I write and what should I left out. What you, who is out there should know about me and what I write and what should not know.And whether you are ready to listen to what I have to say or whether I should make you listen. I always believed that writing is an excellent way to express one self. And I have not changed my mind about that. And there was a time that I made a difference within my self by writing. But things have changed. The time has come that I'm full of many things and my ability or most probably my willingness, to express my self through writing is fading. And these two contrasting state of mind, wanting to write and not wanting to express my self entirely, is making me go blank when I start to write. And also to write according to the standards within my self, I need time to write and to read, strength, stability and peace in mind, which I seems to lack these days.

Though I'm not willing to write journal entries in this blog, I thought it would do some good to write this in here, because you may be facing the same situation.

Hold one's hand..

It's been few days since I thought that I should write something in the blog. But I couldn't. May be because nothing came in to my mind.
Today I say that one can become both mentally and physically ill when one is doing something they despise. Because you have to give your full strength to keep focus and make the things done no matter how much you don't like it. And if there are some other things which need equal priority and things you like to do, one might become weak as one cannot give one's strength equally to these things. and it could lead someone to become mentally and physically ill.
And only thing an other person can do is, say "Try to get over it" and hold one's hand.. As it could heal the mental and physical illness.

Sun Down

The Ship of Life....

This is a translation of a verse that I got from one of my friends...


Only put what is necessary
to the ship of life.
A small house, a simple enjoyment,
Two friends,
A person whom you love,
A person whom loves you,
A cat and a dog,
Plenty of food, clothes,
Something to drink would do.
Then the ship won't fall,
and even it does,
it won't be mattered..

(Thanx Dinesha for the wonderful thought...)

Camera Eye

Before you go further I must say I don't know anything about "Walker Evans". But I was fascinated by reading below quotes. So here goes...

"Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long."

"With the camera, it's all or nothing. You either get what you're after at once, or what you do has to be worthless. I don't think the essence of photography has the hand in it so much. The essence is done very quietly with a flash of the mind, and with a machine. I think too that photography is editing, editing after the taking. After knowing what to take, you have to do the editing."
-Walker Evans


Walker Evans: The Getty Museum Collection

The Question....

Recently one of my friends asked "Do you think being a good writer depends on the comments you get back on what you have written?? or how you have written..."
Though I gave an answer to her right away, I thought it's a good question to write an article about.

I think that every writer could answer this question in a different way. Because it differs from person to person..
One might value the comments he/she gets for their writings, and one might not. One might take, what they can take from comments and one might get disappointed.

But personally this is my answer to above question..(and one might agree or disagree for this) And as I'm not a professional writer or even an experience one, but a person who writes for self happiness, this could contain ideas that above writers disagree.

Comments..
Whether it's a general comment or a professional review, for some extent it always matters. Mainly because it's encouraging to have a comment on what you have written if you cares about comments.
And if the comment is about the content of a particular article, I do not think a judgment whether the writer is good or bad can be given from that. But, there's a one possibility where this can change. Even though there are levels of readers and the understanding level change according to that, if comments express the idea that a particular article cannot be understand generally, then that gives an impression that the writer cannot express what he/she wants to give to the reader by writing.
And if the comment is about the skills of the writer and the commenter has some knowledge about writing or reading, then that could be taken in to give a judgment about the writer.
And also if the writer is a beginner, positive comments would always be valuable to he/she as it gives an encouragement to continue with writing.

Mainly I think, being a good writer depends on how you have written.
Almost everyone has a unique style of writing. Though there's a growing trend for writing in everyday speaking language, proper use of grammar and figures of speech always add clarity and quality for a particular piece of work. And a good writer could make even a boring outdated topic to an interesting article. Also a given articles' content may contain outrageous ideas, but have presented in a very good way. And in this context a particular reader may not like the content, but that doesn't mean that the writer is not good. And also a good writer may have the ability to spellbound their readers and to make them wait for next piece of work. So I think
these things should come in to count when judging a particular writer is good or bad.

In last but not least, i must say as this article appears in a blog and viewers also being bloggers, anything that the reader has to say about this question is always welcome most warmly.

Once You let go...

Once you let go, you try to wash away your hand, wipe away your memories and never take a second to turn back have a look on what you really let go of.. You think that no matter what happens you would never go back even for a moment.
Sometimes you do things that you never dream of doing just to make sure, your focus would never go to the teared down page of your life.. Or else you try to do something you always love doing because it makes you forget everything around you..(like reading books, watching tv, etc...) You laugh with friends, watch movies, go for a walk, irritate your siblings, unconsciously makes your parents angry at you by being careless... basically you walk side by side with your ordinary life...And as the days, months, weeks and years go by, time pass on...
But..Suddenly..
Some slight thing happens.. and memories come flying in to your mind in light speed.And you accidentally find the page that you teared away from your book of life, not in the garbage can but with some of your old things..And everything begins to haunted within you and around you..making and forcing you to think again about what happened, what you let go or whom you let go of,what you lost or gain by letting go, and to reconsider whether you made the right choice or whether you had a choice at all..
But as you heart deeply sink in the past memories of your life, nothing change..nor the past.. nor the present..And eventually your wounded heart is awaken by the harsh reality.. and you start all over again.. trying to wash away your hand and wiping away your memories again.. Thinking and promising your self that you will forget and time would heal the wounded heart. And you return to your ordinary life..(Never dreaming that it would happen again..)
But..
Would TIME heal...? Could you FORGET everything...? Sometimes doubtful questions pop up in to your head. But you move on... you ALWAYS DO move on... leaving past behind...and unconsciously you ALWAYS have a hope on TOMORROW'S SUN, when you go to bed at night...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

So...
Every one of us are celebrating the new year which has dawn upon us...(mainly b'coz it's NEW year) But shouldn't our celebration be for what we have achieved in the year gone by...?
So... I thought I would unfold the last read pages of book of life and bring back some memories...

2006...
Even from the begining it was supposed be the turning point year of life...

First two and half months...
Went away doing nothing except sending mail to every education oppertunity to just get hold of something...and finally it worked out and brought me to where I'm today...

Next six to seven months...
Went away smoothly... Met new friends... whome I will treasure for all my life. Even though I always had an interest in computer field, I had known almost nothing about this before this year. But I began to understand my interest is worthwhile. (Though it meant sitting down near a pc almost 16 hours per day, and having one or two sleepless nights per week.) Went to my first working place.. :) Began to learn how hard it is to do both studies and work together..

Now THE month of the year...(beautiful SEPTEMBER)
I'll just say "accepted unexpected"... (Month full of ups and downs..)

Left out four months...
More sleepless nights..(Reminding me there's lot more to come)Work.. work.. and again work.. Learn lot of things about working life and educational things..

Finally now we have come to NEW YEAR...

So now I say VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR and CONGRATULATIONS for ACHIEVEMENTS IN YEAR 2006...