tharindra galahena Poems
|7.||Man Who Was Staring At A Wall||6/19/2015|
|9.||Writing To You||6/27/2015|
|11.||Where Is My Love?||7/1/2015|
|12.||When You Are Near Me||7/4/2015|
|13.||Moon Can Never Hide||7/4/2015|
|17.||Hotel Near The Sea||7/24/2015|
|20.||The Unexamined Life||6/23/2015|
I don't know why I'm obsessed with the sky.
If I've to have wings like 'Icarus', I'll fly towards the sky freely, even towards the sun while my wax feathers get melted and drip like blood because of the golden flames of the sun and while I fall into the sea and die like the 'Icarus' himself.
Later I realize (after I met you) that I'm actually obsessed with the things that are infinite, like the sky like you.
You are the sky my love. And I am 'Icarus'.
You are like the night, but don't be unhappy about me comparing you to the night. The darkness is always more kind than the light which wakes you up with shiny needles. The night covers the tired beings with the cover of slumber. The night let tortured poor souls to put away their heavy smiling masks and silently weep in their beds to let out all t