From Dennis to Chrissie till we meet again
I met you so many yearsago , at a picnic you were there when I saw you
My heart went pang and that time little realizing I had started a journey long
I walked up to you to see you smiled and you looked at me with mischievous eyes
And handed me a cup of tea ,
this was the first of billions of cups you would hand me my love
It took some time to realize the pang was love and my first love
It was my greatest joy to hear you say Dennis I loved from at first sight .
But the romance was taboo and many tried to break our bond
It was then we realized our strong bond would never die
When they would not compromise ,We left to face the world together
When you left Chrissie you were crying but never did you look back my love
Her pain would not die because she lost so much
But I proved strong and so did she now all united happy as could be
I became the best son in law her dad and the rest accepted us
My mother Ann met us at the door , she listened and she gave her blessing
She asked Chrissie are you hungry dear ,while Chrissie ate she stitched a gown
Actually the only woman I loved before was my mother Ann
An on the fifteenth of May Chrissie became my wife , we were so happy
Then five children did we two have , and now we were complete.
With our little bundles of joy ,growing up till an accident
Did shatter our lives we were lives, My darling Ruvani
Was crushed but not down shared our lives
left us twenty years later now she is with Chrissie in the stars
My Chrissie did you not promise me , one day we would die together
I had made all my plans to be with you now I in the dark and lonely too.
Then GOD made a miracle when my three children did step in
With all their love the dark got better . I’m sure you made sure
Now I sit in the dark some times I close my eyes
And there you are now by my side again laughing and talking
Like we first met Its like though you never left me left
I will be joining you Chrissie soon and this time
My darling we will never part
DENNIS J ALOYSIUS
My daughter Mihiri
Devoted and dedicated
Adorable, agreeable
Unique, understanding
Gentle, gallent
Helpful, humane, honourable
Tender, tactful
Everloving, excellent, efficient
Reliable, radiant, rational
Indranee Karadawala Wijesinghe
Guess
Let the world be greener
And Environment be cleaner
Wars, accidents being seen
Everyday on many a screen
May not ever again be seen.
Let pain and grief disappear soon
And Happiness shine like sun and moon.
May Peace be like an eternal queen
Dwell upon every part of the globe green.
Guess, what I try to see and mean
In the year Two Thousand Eighteen!
A Jayalath Basnagoda
Hospitality instead of hostility
Everyone is eagerly awaiting
The oncoming new year
Eagerly hoping to erase
The past bitter memories
And hurt feelings
There is no doubt
To lead a happy life is everybody’s wish
But to our dismay
Joy and happiness flee form us
Shattering our hopeful dreams.
Why ?
In a beautiful country
Where a friendly people were ready
To give a quick smile
Even to a total stranger
In now fast fading.
There was a time
Relatives and friends were welcome
A cup of tea, a chew of betel
Linked with beautiful reminiscences
Kept people attached, bound one another
In an amazingly wonderful way.
Though with a few facilities
They saved time
Time for their loved ones, beloved ones
And the world became a place of joy to live.
But today
With more and more facilities
Man has alienated from one another
And humanity and human relationships
Have eroded making us pathetically stranded.
So instead of just existing, lacking love
Let’s live
Live to the brim
Eliminating hostility
And nurturing hospitality
With delicate care.
So, instead of keeping a blind eye to the needy
Let’s spare a few coins, some time
For the less privileged
Instead of hoarding money
And die money unused
Leaving the money for the undeserved
Let’s give a helping hand to the needy
Let’s make a depressed person relieved
By giving him a helping hand
An encouraging word, a welcome gesture.
D H Shanthiratne
Ode to a newborn
To thee, my “Little Princess”
I offer this garland of love.
Eager we were over the last few months,
Yet so happy and excited, to see you,
Revel in your own domain
Secure, nourished and growing.
At last the day dawned,
Leaving your abode of nine months
The day you were to arrive.
Your kith and kin of three generations
With anxiety written on their faces
Lost in their own thoughts waited.
“Why should there be such a long wait?”
Through the rose pink clouds,
Emerged the bright rim of the sun
Ever so slowly it rose higher,
Dispelling the darkness of the rain clouds.
Heralding a bright and sunny morning.
We cast away the thoughts of suspense and fear
Gripping our minds
We exchanged merely glances or a faint smile
As we faced the prolonged critical moments.
Then startling all of us
A long breathless cry
Came floating in the air.
Wrapped up in a pink blanket
To ward off the chill of a strange world
You arrived.
Now I hold you in the curve of my arm,
Your rosy cheeks against my bosom.
How fortunate an I to behold you
Thee, my great grand daughter!
With a smile hovering over thine lips,
Sleep on my “Little Princess”.
Sunila Nanayakkara
Flickering Thoughts on a New Year
A New year means another lease of life
To rectify past mistakes-blunders, omissions commissions
To turn over a new leaf with resolution and determination
And persevere despite odds.
It’s yet another chance God gifts to us to amend.
Life is a one time offer given to us
To make the best use of
For we pass this way but once.
We know not what’s in store for us with every passing year
It may be yet another chance
It may verily be the last
Come what may, whatever the future holds
We can face it;
Trusting that the Lord holds us
In the hollow of his hand
And all is well be it life or death
For He is the Resurrection and the Life
The Promise of eternal life.
Jeannette Cabraal
Nostalgia becomes a burden
Today sadly agitates
In an undecided mind
I seek all options
Non do I fund
In a sea of remorse
In an ocean of regret
Strongly I recall
Nostalgic moments past
I search my history
Probing nostalgic days
Such sentiments surface
Yet I recall in vain
I feel its burden
Nostalgia turned evil
Lighting a fresh
Flames of regret
Making a burden of oneself
Miran Perea
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