Sometimes

Sometimes the wind is hot and dry
And at night it blows a deadly chill.
No matter how far I venture or try,
I cannot see beyond that little hill,
So I ask the wind if it dared to pry
Whether you're thinking of me still
It wraps me in hope, myth and wry
I wonder if it does the truth conceal

Is it your heartbeat that I often hear,
When the city clamour faint and cease?
Sometimes the soft whisper in my ear
Brings me comfort and a happy lease
When the sun comes out and skies clear
I can hear the busy banter of the trees
As the wind takes away a lonely tear
With a secret promise across the seas

Our 'one candle prayer'

I dreamt of the day when our eyes shall first meet
In a moment I thought I had the world at my feet
Holding your hand; it was the most blissful treat
It’s amazing how a dream made my night complete

A candle was burning with a dim crimson flare
Sweet music flowed, I know not from where
I kissed your cheeks through waves of glossy hair
And cuddled on a cloud we whispered a prayer

'Glorious' Hates War

This is a Multimedia assignment we did at APIIT in 2002. Personally, my attitude towards war has slightly shifted since then, but I guess this still bears a timely message that's worth thinking about.
The music is from one of my favorite hymns which is ususally sung at weddings. This is a rendition of 'O Perfect Love' by 'Jenna' on a Cello and Harp, but the words of this hymn are extremely powerful in its poetry and meaning...

In my place

Reuters photo by Buddhika Weerasinghe

The empty boots and blackened helmet
Could have been mine
Streams of tears flowing through a hamlet
Could have been mine
The fallen corpse, lifeless and shattered
Could have been mine
The father lost, leaving a family tattered
Could have been mine
The loss of love that tore another life
Could have been mine
Their little corner of the world in strife
Could have been mine

Social experiment #2

I have been crashing in on a few stranger’s blogs lately… lets call it a social experiment – but the last time I undertook such a social experiment was when I decided to click through the profiles of my friends and their friends and their friends and their friends on Hi5, to find out how closely linked our generation of Sri Lankans actually were… surprisingly enough, almost all of us at least had a ‘friend of a friend of a friend’ in common!! But no… this it about my blog crashes… it all started when I Googled to find out what actually happened at SAG 2006 and ended up in cynically yours.
As a result, I stumbled on a few remarkably interesting blogs (Manshark's Random Rantings, with a few old friends among them Paxified), many refreshing ideas that almost cured this severe attack of writer’s block that I am going through at the moment and also realised that the Internet is probably the best place where one can stumble into the most intelligent and refreshingly creative young Sri Lankans… I mean, apart from a very few friends, who are intern scattered around the world at the moment, it is not easy to find a creative, intelligent and funny human being among our generation of Sri Lankans…
Or is it just me???