IN PEACE I CAN CLOSE MY EYES

At my half score, did it begin,
Butchery of the worst form.

Weeping, wailing and sorrow,
Resounding in the gloomy skies.

A blitz in the far North,
And a tit for tat in far South.

The pearl of the Indian Ocean,
Enveloped in fear-psychosis.

The poor islanders, undeterred,
Murmured silent prayers.

Yet, the mayhem continued
Till the MESSIAH, long awaited , arrived.

The LIBERATION launched; SATAN smashed!
The fettered sleeping LION woke up!

A sigh of relief, today, at my two score!
In PEACE , I can close my eyes at four score!....

Sajendra Kumara

[ This poem was penned by me immediately after the war victory as a tribute to the war heroes and the president Mahinda Rajapaksha] 

LIFE

LIFE

Life is hypocrisy in its sweetest form

It is all a drama full of pretension;

Happiness is a mask worn over sorrow;

A simple ploy to cover tears;

Beauty is ugliness in disguise;

'Luck' is sweet word for 'chance';

Bravery is suppressed - cowardice;

And LOVE is BROTH cooked with selfishness;

Health is a plaster upon infirmity,

Success is an outcome of failures;

Hope is a rope that ties down;

Marriage is freedom for vulgarity restrained;

Thus the list unfolds one by one;

Like the acts and scenes of a drama.

Sajendra Kumara 

POETRY - THEY SPEAK MY HEART : YOUTH Decorated with colourDipped in fragranceBri...

POETRY - THEY SPEAK MY HEART : YOUTH
Decorated with colourDipped in fragranceBri...: YOUTH Decorated with colour Dipped in fragrance Brimming with life Youth is a flower In its full bloom. A flower has its so...

YOUTH

Decorated with colour

Dipped in fragrance

Brimming with life

Youth is a flower

In its full bloom.

A flower has its softness

Embedded in petals

Nothing exists in likeness

Than the youth so smooth.

When the gentle breeze

Tickles her petals

A sprightly dance goes

Like the youth

That overflows with joy.

So lavishly she serves

Bouts of nectar

Out of her treasured bosom

To every flirting butterfly.

Youth is a flower 

In its full bloom.......

Sajendra Kumara

The Wail of a Mosquito

Born to same mother,

Among many a siblings,

I'm the brother

She is the sister.

A few days together

Huddled in the water

Soon we left each other

I'm a mosquito brother.

She is an ogress:

A vicious blood sucker;

They remark of her,

A real vampire!

Isn't that incredible?

A suck of sap

Of some wild plant

Ends my hunger

How! You may wonder.

All that besides,

Fate is such,

That we're much alike,

Hence a heavy swat inevitable.

For anther's sin 

I risk my poor life,

She is the vector

I'm the poor brother.

Her vicious sharp stings

Brings cruel death upon

Everyone on earth alike,

How I hate it! You may not know.

By strange twist of fate

We shared the same tummy;

By whose fate was it,

Will someone tell me?

          Sajendra Kumara  

ANTS 

 The six legged little friends

Ones twos and threes

In a long dotted line

Move ahead and back again

No rest at all

Itsy- bitsy giants.

Greet the friend

Beat the foe

The little engineers

Creep , crawl ; fast and quick

Always on the run

Itsy- bitsy giants

Sajendra Kumara 

THE DAY BREAK

As the dusk thins out

Exposing the soft veil of mist

Beams of sunlight

Filters through the twigs.

The disturbed hazy mist

Vanishes fast and swift,

The glittering dew, so bright

Adorns every blade of grass.

Myriads blossoms so soft

Slowly opens out

Like a smiling baby, so sweet

Welcome the morning, How nice!

                                  Sajendra Kumara

DEW

She, a fairy dew

Descended from heaven

Well snuggled up

To the mantle of dawn

Quivers in shyness.

As the mild touch of sunlight

Tingles her cheeks

The coy dancer

Dangling from blade of grass

Vanishes by and by

With promises to return

The very next day..

          Sajendra Kumara