prose

Highs and Lows

Posted on by Nishanathe Dahanayake
Highs and Lows

A dream just ends when the reality breaks in But, could one still hold on to the dream and not give in? What if, in the dream, one ties another, ‘say, with the power of singing? When one could even get lost in the beauty of a voice, if rightly immersed in A voice that goes high and low and then high in the most melodic manner A voice that soothes one’s soul and can…

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Running

Posted on by Nishanathe Dahanayake
Running

A man keeps running, deep in the forest He’s fit and he’s clad in an athlete’s garment He passes tall trees and low bush in the valley, he runs on foot paths along winding streams Balanced, well-focused on each step he takes, he bothers least even of his own grand dreams   The one-eyed magpie sits on the footpath reflecting Sublime she is, she goes on with her own daily routine Never is she bothered…

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