Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Yes, I'm a cat!

Purr purr purr...


If I want, I sleep all day
Sip of milk and stroll a bit
What happens around, I don't care
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!


Purr purr purr...


I sit on the sofa, that's where I belong
No I won't ever chase that dirty rat
I get what I need and do what I please
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!

Purr purr purr...


I like it in your lap, so cuddled up
I am so posh and proud to be your pet
You're in a work? so what, I don't care
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!


Purr purr purr...


I feel what you feel, when you're mad or sad
I may come to you and give a little pat
But don't get used to, I've my own work
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!


Purr purr purr...


I know this is my home and know my rights
I am the fat cat who sits on the mat
Live the way I want or go I don't care
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!


Purr purr purr...


I own this world and I rule it of cause
Other cats see me and they frat
I have the all beings here under my paw
I'm so spoiled and yes, I'm a cat!



Our Heroes!






This is the game
                            The game of cricket
Game of spirits
                            and game of the real...
It's in our veins
                             bleeding blue
Listen to our heart beat
                             no need any clue...
The pearl of Indian ocean
                             You make it shine
Make it visible
                             beyond the seas so fine...
Playing for the glory
                              Playing for the nation
Playing from heart
                              with no separation...
With loads of potential
                              and talents versatile
You know how to do it
                              to the best and in style...
This is Sri Lanka
                              The den of mighty lions
Can fight till the end
                              Don'y care about the giants...
You are our heroes
                              You make us proud
Listen to the Lions roar
                               go about so loud...
What ever the result is
                               we are with you boys
We know how to share both
                               tears and smiles...
As one nation
                               with honour and satisfaction
Hats off,head down
                               we salute you,our heroes...


The Battle!

Mr. Heart : She is beautiful!
Mr. Brain : Is she brainy?
Mr. Heart : Her voice is sweet!
Mr. Brain : Is it kind?
Mr. Heart : She has passion!
Mr. Brain : Has she a vision?
Mr. Heart : Her eyes are like crystals!
Mr. Brain : Can they be focused?
Mr. Heart : Her lips are like of an angel!
Mr. Brain : Can I be the only one to kiss them?
Mr. Heart : Her smile is breathtaking!
Mr. Brain : Is it coming from her heart?
Mr. Heart : Her skin looks soft!
Mr. Brain : Is her heart?
Mr. Heart : I need her!
Mr. Brain : How can I get her?
Mr. Heart- I love her!
Mr. Brain : Is this really love?
Mr. Heart : I really love her!
Mr. Brain : Is she being loved?
Mr. Heart : I don't care!
Mr. Brain : Am I wrong?
Mr. Heart : I'm correct. This is my present!
Mr. Brain : How will be my future?
Mr. Heart : This is everything!
Mr. Brain : This is nothing!
Mr. Heart : I should ask her!
Mr. Brain : I should wait!
Mr. Heart : I can't wait!
Mr. Brain : Am I dreaming?
Mr. Heart : She is the best!
Mr. Brain : Compared to whom?
Mr. Heart : She is the only!
Mr. Brain : Just look around!!!
Mr. Heart : I don't care. I love her!
Mr. Brain : You fool!
Mr. Heart : A fool in love!
Mr. Brain : Get away!
Mr. Heart : I love her!
Mr. Brain : Me too!
Mr. Heart : What??? grrr....you wasted my time. IDIOT!!!!


Written by : Isuru Weerawardhana

Monday, June 27, 2011

නුඹේ නමින්....!

පුංචි සන්දියෙදි
මගෙ අතින් අල්ලාන
පන්සල් ගිය හැටි
මතකයි අයියණ්ඩි...
අඹ, දඹ, රඹුටන්,
නෙලාගෙන යහමින්
හොඳ ම ටික දී මට
බලා උන්නා නුඹ සතුටින්...
'මයෙ කොල්ල හැමදාමත් පළවෙනිය පංතියෙ'
ආඩම්බරෙන් කියනව මතකයි අම්මා...
කොලොම්පුරේ සරසවියට
හා හාපුරා කියල නුඹ ගිය දවසෙ
මයෙ ඇස් වලට කඳුලු ආවෙ
අම්මත් ඇඬුව හින්දමත් නෙමෙයි...
නිවාඩුවට නුඹ ගමේ එද්දි
වටේ ම ගැටිස්සියො
බලනව මතකයි නුඹ දිහා...
ගමේ ම ගැටවු එකතු කරාන
ගෙයි පිලිකන්නෙ පංති තියද්දි
හරි හමන් දෙයක් නොතේරුනාට
අහගෙන හිටිය මමත් කන් කොණින්...


මල යස්සයො අරක් ගත්ත
ඒ කරුම මහ රෑ මතකයි අද වගේ...
කට්ට කරුවල හූරගෙන
උලමෙක් කෑ ගැහුව යටි ගිරියෙන්...
'අනේ මයෙ රත්තරං කොල්ලා'
අම්මගෙ අඳෝනාව ගහගෙන ගියා හුලඟට
දැවෙද්දි නුඹ ටයර් සෑයෙ
පපු කැනත්ත පැලුනලු අප්පච්චිගෙ...


මගෙ රත්තරන් අයියණ්ඩි,
නුඹ එදා හීන දැක්ක
කාටත් සම ව සැලකෙන ඒ ලෝකෙ
උදාවෙන ඒ දවසෙ
හීතල පොළවෙ වැළලුව නුඹෙ
හදවත ලඟින් ම
පුංචි රතු මලක් පිපේවි
නුඹේ නමින්....!


~ පොඩි නංගී


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

22.06.2011 ~ When Cindy turned twenty~

22.06.2011

It’s Cinderella’s birthday! :)
It is special than other birthdays she passed for she finished her teenage from this day. In the end of this special day she sits back and lets her mind drift on thinking about the days that have passed, on how far she has ‘achieved’ things in life for life is an eternal quest about knowing oneself. 

She remembers how she spent her childhood in a beautiful rural village for her mother had to move to that village to complete her rural appointment as a teacher. It was not an ordinary sophisticated life that many of Cinderella’s friends got to follow when they were small. Yet, it was full of rich experiences and she was able to grow up without being spoiled by modern luxuries. She saw how flowers bloom in the morning, heard the chirps and songs of birds, touched the earth and amazed at the way rain had carved patterns on it. She grew up seeing and being with people – ordinary people – the real people.

Today, when she turned 20, she got to understand the life is solely about achieving people. The true success of it is not measured by how much money you got in your bank account, nor from how many degrees you have got in your pocket. It is all about how many people you have won through.


In the moment you close your eyes to blow your birth day candles, the whole world stops. It is a rare moment to in which you feel so grateful for being so much loved and cared. :) She takes this as an opportunity to thank all her friends who made her feel really like a princess in her special day.

She is a person who loves herself so much having a good confidence in herself. She's contented with the things she has achieved so far in her life. Living through 20 years has not been an easy task.In this blissful moment, Cinderella takes a deep breath, smiles and utters these words.


“I am Me. In the entire world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it .
I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. 
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. 
Because I own all of me,
 I can become intimately acquainted with me. 
By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.
 I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. 
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. 
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and that's the best I can be! ”

Life, indeed, is beautiful!
:)


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Welcome : ආයුබෝවන්!

Welcome to the land of dreams!
සුරඟන සලරුවක සොඳුරු සිරියෙන් සැදුනු සහන් සිහින දකින්නට එන්න......


~ With Love,
 Cinderella