The pieces are now scattered
in unnamed plains
where wild autumns
gather to feast
on fragmented solitudes
the pitiful residue
of love and longing
and dove-hearts
roasted on heart-break stones.
in unnamed plains
where wild autumns
gather to feast
on fragmented solitudes
the pitiful residue
of love and longing
and dove-hearts
roasted on heart-break stones.
[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days]
why don't you do something to mend your broken heart? is it pride or is it other obligations stopping you from doing what it takes to heal your heart?
ReplyDeletemaybe it's not about MY heart. who knows, it might be yours! :)
ReplyDeleteවිසිරිලා කැබලිති
ReplyDeleteනම් නොමැති තැනිතලා පුරාවට,
නොහීලෑ සරත් සෘතු මුණගැසී
බිඳී ගිය හුදෙකලාවන්
පිරික්සන ඉසිඹු මැද,
හැමතැනම...
ප්රේමයේ, ලාලසේ
ඉකිබිඳින ශේෂයන්..
රළු පරළු පවුරු මත
පිලිස්සුනු මුදු මොළොක් හදවත්...
great work Malinda!
well, i should be flattered that you bother to write about my heart :)
ReplyDeletelovely way to comment ' malithi' beautiful.
ReplyDeletei like the new look of the page.
that is the nature of the hearts sometimes... beautiful explanation and i also think that you have tried to reveal just a little drop about the nature of hearts ... and i have read the other ones you have written and i noticed that you have also touched many other sides of hearts as well.