ස්නේහයේ නගරය

අඳුරු, සීතල, ගුප්ත ප්‍රේමයේ 

අරණ දුටු පමණින් 

ජීවිතේ ගිම් නිවා සනහා 

නිමා වූ සැනෙකින් 

පොරෝ පහරින් සිඳ දමා 

මුල් උදුරවා දමමින් 

ගොඩ නැඟූ ස්නේහයේ නගරය 

කෙම් බිමකි පෙනුමින් 

ගැලූ උල්පත් සිඳී, කළයක
පිරී ඇත පෙම් බස්
පිය නැඟූ මාවත් පුළුල් කර
ගසා ඇත නම් පත්
වැළඳගත් බඳ උණුහුමට පෙර
හිඳී අත දුරකින්
දිරාගිය ප්‍රේමයේ දර මත
දැවෙයි ගිනි මැලයක්...

-උත්තරාදේවී-

The Kite-runner

Ambitions of my childish heart
Like kites in the wind, drift apart
No threads to bind them down to earth
Though it is their place of birth

"Let'em go! Fantasies they are!"
Sane minds preach. That's fair.
My well-tamed mind listens with care
But my insane heart just stares.

Confusion? Yes! Solutions? No!!
Kites need threads, I know.
And someone to hold them tight
When the winds are harsh in flight

That's who he is, I realize now,
Who binds my kites with threads of love
Lets them fly, as he holds the threads.
The happiness glows in a tear he sheds...
-Uththara-

Waiting

The hands of the clock
chase each other
grabbing, swallowing
all the good times, and bad

The little one, energetic and sharp
stops for a second, as if to ask
"expecting someone, are ya?"
I say yes, to myself
a soft touch of a smile on my lips...

The hands move on

The tall one, young, but patient,
stops for a minute
sensing the impatience, perhaps,
"He'll show up any minute now!"
and starts the chase yet again

The hands move on

While the lazy one,
stout with maturity
stops for an hour by me
staring right through me
as if I do not exist
whispers
"does he even know you expect him?
can he come even if he knew?
Isn't this a waste of time?

Move on! with the other hands!

Regardless of time
Regardless of life,
I still expect you.