Hostess Risé
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Post Number: 18184 Registered: 05-2003
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Poems of Nihal and some statements Nihal lives in Sri Lanka ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Defiled You smelt the flower And changed it You sighed at its beauty And defiled it You picked it And it ceased to be. 16/10/2008 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everything is Everything Else Nothing exists alone Remember, you are Because of me And I am Because of you. We are one And yet not so. Like the strands that make the rope. Like the threads that make the web. Like the stars that make the cosmos. Everything is everything else. Goodness --A Statement Goodness Is nothing Till you Practice it. 16/10/2008 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Forever will be Gone, gone, gone… forever gone From what is To what never was, But yet is- And forever, will be. 11th April 2007 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Statement – Life 2005 You must be like a fly, Sip from the sweetest flower And suck from the rottenest flesh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Statement - Life (i) Find enrichment In blindness In sorrow In pain In misery In fear And in death itself Then you have lived. 25/06/2007 A Statement - Life (iii) If you know happiness And not sorrow If you know pleasure And not pain If you know beauty And not ugliness Having lived thus You have not lived at all. 25/06/2007 A Statement – Defeat evil If it is necessary To defeat evil You can do so Only, By not Succumbing To it Thank you for the Music (The Voice of the Drongo at Dawn) The love cry That pierced The earth And forever Brought forth, Sweet melody From the green Roof of the Green heaven Is still heard In Munnar Will it be there When I come Next? Hotel Tall Trees, Munnar, Kerala. 08/08/2006 The Glow Defiled The night is black, The flame ablaze, And dancing. Emerges a moth From the gloom Circling the flame. With every flutter The flame moves Dancing with the moth, In frenzied trance, With unbearable joy It plunges in. Consuming, It is consumed. The flame brighter The glow defiled. 2006 The Parched Land – The Offering The grass that I cut Now heavy on my head Was moaning in the wind. Pleading for rain. The child that I bore Now dead at my breast Was aching in my womb Pleading for life. The grass, I will burn To the spirit Of my child. 07/02/2009 From Nihal Jayamanne Nihal lives in Sri Lanka and has become a friend through Transplant Friends Nihal received a double lung transplant -the first patient in Sri Lanka
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