Haiku

Dark evening bombs, fights
Few men run with their riffles
My little brother play a vedio game

Ragging

The black side
That show
The inside
Of him
That didn't
Open till

Bonds

The all the things
We catch by saying plesure
At the end
All were woe

Life

Sometimes
The wrong
choices bring
Us to the
Right places

Pick up

The love which throw away
When fell that need again
Those who know the value
May be
Picked up

Lover's day

If still alive
Julliet who love Romeo
Than her life
She will laugh
Those who don't know about love
How they
Reserve a date for love

The devilish toddy tapper

He  climbes
Like a devil
Lot of curses
Her flower beds
Pull to pieces
Cocunut branches
Everywhere
A bird nest
Fell down
Devil get down
"They will search
For their nest"
Again he climbed
With the nest

Monologue

 “Mr.Amith de Silva”

                                                                        

Ayu-Bo-wan..!! Which means may you live long and it is our traditional way to welcome anyone to sri lanka, our home and when meeting you for first time.

I’m Amith De Silva and I work as a national freelance tourist guide. I completed a diploma in tourism and guiding under the Sri Lankan tourism board and I have qualified and hold a license as a national guide.

Do you know why tourists are interest with my guided tours? Hm..

I’m specialized in full guided private tours.

Because they can make their visit to Sri Lanka special and run smoothly.

I’m qualified to serve as a national tour guide island wide to any number of guests.

Choice of prestigious touring cars, vans and coaches, and we use only new’ fully insured, duel a/c vehicles so no headaches or pains to them about transportation.

I carefully tailored programs to suit families, VIPs, couples and special interest groups and unique historic places to stay can be included in my programmed.

Discount cards with bargain power. .ha..ha… that’s the special thing.

“Discount cards” are you thinking that am I lose my income with discount cards? Ha..ha..

No… that’s wrong. I’m using some tricks for more money.I have some agreements with some salesmen. I refer my tourists to only for that particular shops. Only me and that salesmen know what is happening with discount cards.

There is an interesting thing to tell you.. ha.. ha.. During my journey I give some small gifts for my customers. The gift may be worth RS 500 . But at end of the tour they give me a gift which costs RS 25000.. marvelous.   Ha…..ha….

This is my life. Those how I earn my money.. I don’t have a problem about what others are thinking about me. I have to earn more money anyway. I don’t tell lies about my country because this is my motherland.  But they are cheated by me..in reality..

cruel woman

Cruel woman

Go... Go... Go front please madam go front. How the others get on?

There are some empty sheets please sir... sit down.

The conductor is shouting without end but any one can’t see any empty sheets. Bus is striding not bothering about other things.

Those who get off please move to the nearer door. Again conductor. Bus stopped. Some got off from the bus. But every sheet sustained a heavy. Few were hanging in bar by yawning like monkeys. A git got on to bus. Every one observed at her. She is also with school uniforms like other school children.

Something was wrong. I saw a fat women creased her chin to her shoulders. I heard that she said paw mentally retarted girl. Everyone looking at her. But no one ready to offer their sheet. The woman who closed to her even don’t turn to her side. Her head is stone. Why did she sit tight?

Please anyone give the sheet. Conductor again

Grand ma got her to lap.

Matale Matale..  Change coins please... The women who go to offices pushes all others and got off first. Can’t believe how they get off first although in stood in the back seat. The girl and her mother got off.  That cruel woman in front of me.  She was fallowing that girl and woman.  Where is she going? Ask for forgive from that girl’s mother.

The girl entered to the school. Her mother turned back. But that women stopped at the school’s gate. Who is she looking for? Oh small girl ran to her from the special school my saying mom…

The spring

              

  The spring

 In ferocious summer

That stretching rear

Undreamed bird crow

Dawned spring

Fuddle of aesthetic delight

Wonder of gambol