Although I Conquer all the earth
Yet for me there is only one city...........
In that city there is for me
Only one house
...
I am on a journey.......
accross the world experiences vibrant
cultures...............
crawl in to depth of nature......
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The arena of Cricket
of matches lost and won
of prowess at the wicket
of sports, of thrill, of fun.....
...
Gracious Nova,
queen of all stars.......
she approached the sky
with glittering spirit.......
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This is my conquest
for this do i strive
time and time again
for victory is my pride......
...
Oh, Lanka, Lanka...........
look thy beauty,
land of spirit and magical glory.....
Your pride is not undying.......,
...
When i see the beams of sun
my heart is shattering.....
Because its a cave of rock
...
I gently touch her hand she gave
A look that my soul enslave.....
I pressed her rebel lips in vain
it made me more insane.......
...
Oh, Muse,
I sing of thee
behold the grief of.......
mighty Iliam
...
Light........!
What is it..........? You always tell me
Is it bright........?
Is it clear..........? like your magical love
...
As I walk across this empty hall
I look back, count my last steps in this school, my sanctuary.
I’ve walked this path many times, but it’s different now.
With each step, each echo…
...
It is a family
without a mother.....
three charming daughters are,
living with an obtuse father
...
When I am sad and weary
When I think all hopes have gone
When I walk alone on my gloomy way
I think of your glowing smile
...
Oh, the lady of thin body
and fair face....
I adore thy chivelry.
Your austire journey
...
When the rain comes with
Aeolian spirit........
My mind awakes my grit..
But,
...
Ascending-descending,
high or low.....
Plotting and planing..
burn in the couldren of lust.......
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*When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools..i belive this king Lear extract as a typical; daylight to overview our dispicable life....In this competitive, wicked world, we are chasing happiness as wreached mortals..but its too far from us..We are seeking solace but it's uncomatable to approach there...In fact our life is an enigma....How can we apply poems to this harsh life journey...? Frankly I belive poems can slake our fussy minds by giving us intellectual and emotional tranquility...Perhaps poems are reflect a fragment of our own life....As Oscar wild said'Poetrys are the hidden evidences of human deeds.....' I am not an erudite scholar or pandit, but mere lad with passion about art.....Since my childhood I have been inspired by poems, I wanted to be a poet to express my life....When I read a poem i feel very strange sansation...Today I am quite smug with my career as a poet...few years ago I knew nothing of Enlish language....But through patience and ditemination and the kind support of my arch angel Mr.Fernando, I learned English and I became a poet.....Soooo my friends please feel free....read my poems and put yur comments......I am eager to know yur opinions about my amateur poems......I wish to finish this stuff by Shakesperian qoute....'To be or not to be that is the question.....' adeu....!)
Although I Conquer
Although I Conquer all the earth
Yet for me there is only one city...........
In that city there is for me
Only one house
And in that house, one room only
And in that room..........
Yes, there is a bed...........
And one woman sleeps there........
The shining joy and the
Jewel of all my kingdom there........................!