-- The Beautiful Life --

It can be a good bye..

 but it is for you for your happiness..

 it is not wrapped with guilty..

 but with the same old me.. 

It is was just different from normal jealousy..

 but it was covered with what you all wanted and you were all trusted..

 it is a miracle as you named me..  

 but it’s that I could not stop falling in love..

It is just too long...

 but I was restless because I was waiting ..

 it was the feeling I felt as always..

 but that was just silence left in me..

Its true and obvious..you run for what u can get..

 but often you don’t try to get what you can’t..

 it was the fox who we learnt at past..

 but there are many still given up..

It is the best thing I could do only for you..

 but inside 10000 volcanoes flow by

 I would just smile all fake

 but everyone will be all fine then..

It was the forgiving part that always exists in me..

 but I never knew that you are a strong rock..

 it was a good step you took..

 but why not in a friendly way..

 It was not rude not talking to me..

  but to hide things behind this blind folded eyes..

  its the shattered faith which is picking and fixing which are all broken..

  but the people just exist and run away from you..

By Kavindya Prashadi Bandara

-- The True Love --

Want to hug so tightly again..
Wanna feel you close again..
Wanna cuddle with you again..
Wanna feel dat feeling again..
Omg.. it was..
Days were few....
But the fun was there for its maximum...
I want to keep that person forevr ...
Who made me feel this much loved..
True... its true...
Days will fly so fast..
As it alwys does for me..
The day will be coming soon ...
The day you will be mine forever..
I would better write this down..
Scratching on a sea shell or on a rock and keep it forever...?
Time please dont forget to kock the door when you arrive ..
Because I may be busy with my stuff ..
That doesnt mean I have forgotten...
Till that day come and knock ma door and
Make my dream world blast and take me to the reality
When ever I feel like I need you close to me...
I would just close my eyes...
Then I'm with you..

By Kavindya Prashadi Bandara

-- Love For a Life --

Sun is bright and deep..

Flowers smiling and dancing to the rythem of blowing wind..

While butterflies peek a boo..

Lying down under a friendly shady tree..

Wondering if life could be any better..

He put his hand around her..

While singing his love song to her..

She who blushed and loved..

Lauched her story to his rythem of humming.. 

Its just a month baby..

We have a whole life to spend..

She thought while letting the flow of her dreams to fly high..

She was walking in those roads of years ahead of them..

Looking around and moving along the foot..

She felt how lucky she was to have him beside her

The road was not smoothy and soft but

They had them and that was enough..

She built her dream house and had their babies..

She had her dream ride and her caring husband next to her..

She enjoyed all that and she could not ask for more..

The love has found her ..

Her dreams have come true..

He who was busy singing his songs to her..

Turned up to her excited face..

And kissed her forehead with love..

Said "Be Mine Forever"

She hugged him tight..

Whispered "I Love You"

While thinking the beauty of their love and the imperfections

Made their life good~!

By Kavindya Bandara

On 10/10/2011

--The Moon-Light Dance--

To flow in a rhythm...
As the words fabricate splashes in the mind...
I wanted to let someone I know...
That when the dark days get brighter...

It will always remember...

Would that all gone with the wind...
As it blew through the world of mine...
Watch it all through the eye of an eagle...
And dress all fancy for the Moon- Light dance...
Because tonight the stars will be there at the disco- sky...

Hold me in and keep the step into de heart beat...
Dance for the music of life...
Face the real me of it because it’s real me...
Whatever had missed would be forgiven...
Tonight at Moon- Light Dance...

Under that knight's blue sky...
When the candle lights just adding little brighter to her face...
Fight to be the one who would keep that smile forever...
Adding silver dust to her blissed-out face...
Her blue eyes to trust and see through darkness...
Beyond roses’ thorn which have to be seen...
See the beauty it adds tonight at Moon-Light Dance…

Written By : Kavindya Prashadi (09/05/2011)

--The place i called school would be --

It was ordinary..

To you and to me..

Friends, studies, freedom that purpose to be

Books and teachers who taught you the life and all..

where you eat not only at the interval

Then u hated but now u love..

Is the place i called school would be.. 

The lifestyle is dreamt around the play ground..

The homework i always hate..

Staring at the black board with my own imaginations..

Made me have a laugh once in a while..

trying to escape from the class classified of boring periods

and the girls things all the way..

Is the place i called school would be..

Here comes the maths period..oh the science no music..

The teachers who are devils and clamare ..

The punishments for talking or for peeping..

Where the teacher's favourite be pride and shine..

Sometimes calm but not quiet at all..

Is the place i called school would be..

When the principle walk around..

The innocent people are everywhere could be found..

Nope, not at the cafeteria nor walking around..

Even teachers are scared, where do they hide and frown

Where the songs play at the interval and gossips stretch

Melody's at the end of each period that wakes us up..

Is the place i called school would be..

Where all of us try to keep the uniform neat ..

Hate morning meetings and exercise sessions ..

Oh don’t remind me when they say your gown is above knees ..

Yes take the pin and unfold the edge..

Pining papers to edge of the uniform..

Or asking where the house badge or ribbon for hair plaits

Is the place i called school would be..

Oh where we always swear i would never be late again..

But in the next day they are late again..

The favorite place is where i get to touch the mic..

Tell the favorite quote or news everyday mornings...

But end of the day when bells sings its song..

Where i pulled my bag and lined up decent..

Is the place i called school would be..

-- The new experience --

I am running to 4 years back just to grab those exciting and cool memories of mine..

I still remember and feel the sprit I felt then .. 

I had no fear as my mother was near..

I loved the gardens full of trees and big roses, free ways and highways i saw for the first time..

I felt strong but missing all my loved ones but warmth of my mother was there..

Still remember how surprise I was ..

So finally I made my dream come true..

Seriously I was having cold blood running through ..and

Shortly the time arrived to keep my foot on

So called beauteous continent Australia..

It is full of its own beauty and the uniqueness..

It made me meet the most friendly people I ever met..
It's multicultural traditions of different nationalities....is the reason

It holds the opportunity for me to be different.. and

Its full of surprises and experience for stepping future..

Smoothly with the time, it appeared to be normal..

Sometimes I felt lonely and ran back to those..

Soften memories I grabbed from that Pearl Island..

Scarcely kept behind..and

Scrumptiousness would never leave..

I may be different from who I used to be..

I am now who I would love to be..

I do love the mixed cultured look inside me..

I won’t forget my pride and who I born to be..

I love my life in Australia "young and free"..

--- The only question---

Suddenly her world seemed falling apart..

All her loved memories just sinking infront of her eyes..

She does not know whether to cry or just stare or scream at..

But wonder what happened to her life ; her everything that she compared...

If  “ I Love You” is the first to broken by him..

I wonder how many more to list behind..

When she still believes in his words..

The only question is that you truly loved her o not..

It’s just that i had not done anything to claim ..

Yet miss-understanding killed another creature in that street..

Wonder if all the people you speak to are saps

Or are they just blind or deaf or are deceived?

For all that if I say I never bothered about..

But because I care..

The only question is that you truly loved her o not..

I would wish that kind of a woe story would never to knit..

Around my enemy nor my best friends..

The excuses are lame and answers yet unspoken..

But you covered yourself with that coat of guilty and sinful..

When silence is ruling in all the nights you smiled..

The only question is that you truly loved her o not..

To be lucky enough to loved truly o not.. 

May be that’s her fate the misfortune..

If your mother or sister or your own aunt are women 

Why does a guy treat a girl who loves him in that way..

She may not be your relation yet .,

She truly loved you in each and every way..

Just for who you are.. Keeping your faults behind..

When her tears rolls down on pink cheeks .. 

The only question is that you truly loved her o not..

Its her pure love that she always show..

With plentiful broken pieces full of her hands ..

Yet she loves those dreams she dreamt..

And cute the way she drags him to every wonderful memory she speaks..

By showing the world that she still adore that guy who never valued..

With all that pity -full smiles behind..

When she drops the flow of her speech and looks empty..

The only question is that you truly loved her o not..