A Life Without Any Sense! Poem by Navod Jayasuriya

I used to go with idyll all day long,
But now, all I have left is merely to moan.
Beseeching for the most precious gift for dwelling,
Never knew that I have been flawed by loving.

I now am precisely bereft,
For she has already left.
Evermore bearing eyes brimmed with tears,
And hardly dealing with nightmares.
Never anticipated her to be so perfidious,
Still feeling alone being lugubrious.

It has been many years for those days of yore,
There we gathered and slithered down for shore,
We lived by a captivating coastal-line,
Which is still stick to our blood-line.

Was addicted to some knacks in the eventide,
Laying down with patient minds by the coastal side.
Perceiving the allure of the sunset with the crew,
Feeling the smooth freshness of the morning dew.
Remarkable fine arts observed at the day break times,
When the sun rises over the hills; amongst the birds' cries.

Our crew scattered as when a glass breaks.
Broken into small pieces and gone everywhere,
Still shining in different places but gathers nowhere,
And she has left and disappeared that I'm conspicuously aware.

Never stepped towards a reconciliation,
Can't help recalling the recollection.
Gulping the torrid tears back,
And having the lamentations concealed inside,
Ceased groaning and left sighs aside.