මා මළ පසු

මගේ දෙන ළඟ

හඩනු නොම මැන

වැඳ වැටී මා

ඉදිරියේ

මගේ ගුණ ගැන 

කථා නොකරනු,

ගෙවී ගොස් ඇත 

කාලයේ

දැල්ල සේ 

පහනක නිවී ගිය‍

යන්න ගොස් ඇත

ලෝකයෙන්

සොහොන් කොත ළඟ

හඩනු නොම මැන

එතැන මම නැත

යෝධියේ.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2008/06/15

ඔබ නොහැර සිටිමි මම

සියලු දේ අනියත

සැබෑ බව දතමුත්

නොහැක මට සඟවන්ට

සිතෙහි ඇති දුකකුත්.

පිනි වැටෙන සීතලට

රෑ පුරා නද දෙනා

රැහැයිනේ නොහඬන්

ජීවිතේ මෙහෙමලු.

 ජීවිතේ සොඳුරු බව

කියාදුන් ඔබතුමිය

අතැර අප කෙලෙසින්

යන්ටදෝ සිතකින්.

 මව්නි ඔබ පාසැල්

දිවි මගේ එළිවැටයි,

එළිවෙනා හෙට දිනේ

දකින්නේ අවසනයි.

 මුළු රැයම නිදි නොමැති

කළුවරට කියනේ

තවත් නුඹ නිදි මරන්,

එක්කෝ හෙට නොම එන්

 ඔබ නැතුව හෙට දවස

ගෙවන්නේ කෙලෙසදෝ

කවිය අද සිත ළඟින් 

බොහෝ දුර දිව ගිහින්.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2009/09/12

තවත් එක් පාසල් දිනයක් විය. නමුත් එය අවසානයට හෝරා ගනන් කරනා ගොළු හදවතක් වැනි විය. පන්හිදෙන් ලියැවුනේ හදවතෙහි ඒ දෝoකාරයයි.

ආලකමන්දා

 කියවගන්නට යොදන වෑයම

හදේ කොතැනක නැවතිලා.

සොඳුරු පිළිසඳරක යෙදෙන්නට

හිතෙ ඉඩකඩ ඇහිරිලා.

ගමන යන්නේ වේගවත්වම,

ඒත් අපි එකතැන්වෙලා.

හදන්නට පෙර කඩන් වැටුනා

සිතෙහි බැඳි ආලකමන්දා.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2011/09/02

Tomorrow's Affair.

'Tomorrow' may not come,

But, 'Today' we still own.

'Tomorrow' might come in a way,

But for a certainity, 'Today' we own.

So what if I keep my dreams for myself,

Its not as if they'll come true in your hands,

Nor in your visions,

Nor in your life,

Nor in your dreams.

So what if they are my dreams?

Owned by a yesterday,

Living in a 'Today'

and might see a 'Tomorrow'

we all yearn for.

I might tell you my dreams.Might.

And wait, if you may.

Until that 'Tomorrow'. 

Malsha Walgamage©

01/16/2012

You wade through waves,

like you invade my ways.

You dive through the bubbles,

like you burst mine with your hopeless troubles.

We walk through fire,

And find my heart is on fire

with passion.

then 'on fire' is not the correct term.

Conflagaration.

Correction.

My heart's on 

conflagaration.

We walk through fire and wade through waves,

We go under water carrying great fire.

If I may not say it loud,

May I whisper?

"Aren't we special?

Aren't we the chosen?"

Aren't we the broken?

Aren't we the hopeless?

Aren't we the cornered?

Aren't we the blind?

When our way is so clear,

crystal liquid clear,

we wade through salty waves

and carry on burning with fire.

Malsha Walgamage©

01/16/2012

Why not us?

And If I can see you,

and you me,

Why pretend? 

Why object?

Why not just move

and embrace what's us,

celebrate what's us

and not give up on what's us?

Why fear?

Why the nerves?

Why the nervousness?

Why the heartbreaking pitch?

Why?

And Why?

Again.  

Why not us?

Malsha Walgamage©

01/16/2012

If I cry Silver?

If I cry tears of silver,

will you collect them and put them in your backpack?

Or will you just wipe them and sit next to me?

Console me or

make me cry again?

Because I pour silver out of my eyes. 

Like a radiant sadness,

welling in the depths of

my sights.

A brimming emptiness

I cannot find.

If my tears were silver?

What would you do?

sit next to me or console?

or run away?

With my silver tears 

rubbed on your hands,

smeared on your pockets

and smudged on my face.

Robbed out of my heart.

Malsha Walgamage©

01/04/2012

Gisaeng. I am.

(A peek towards the Joseon Dynasty, Korea)

Disrobe.

My heart gets disrobed and robbed.

Flattery.

Will get you anywhere. But no where I like.

Shame.

We are born with it. Concealed by pride.

Whatever disgrace I may smother,

I cannot smother these sighs of pain.

In my heart,

in my weary body.

Soju, I serve for the

Yangbans's around the table,

Playing the saenghwang 

with great pride I can muster.

No strings attached,

yet, attached in so many ways.

When can we free ourselves?

My Lord?!

Freedom from the strains,

the lustful eyes,

from the groping hands 

and the seeking minds.

No praise we gain,

just scandals and shame

the torture which drains

in the end of each day.

Unrestrained.

And on richness and silk,

you lay my bed,

bidded to the highest,

sold on a floral design.

Oh my gisaeng heart!

weeps in the middle of the night.

Singing a kisaeng song,

a tune only we ginyeos understand. 

And if I scream

will you hear?

Will you care?

Will you be near?

Unheeding the class, caste, the rank?

Fumbling with the safety latches,

I try to save the last of the strings

in my heart.

"Flowers that could understand words"

why wilt on a dull summer's day? 

Malsha Walgamage©

1/2/2012

How do you dress when turning down a marriage proposal?

How do you dress

on a special occasion?

Turning down a marriage proposal

to be exact.

Now you know the occassion

how do you dress exactly?

In a glum castory crepe silk?

Dull and droll grayness?

Cryptic fading depths of blues?

excruciating shades of purple?

or a pale russet muslin?

I can be bright and bold if needed,

cardinal colours which speaks volumes,

atrous like when in mourning,

poppy red for my heart's valor.

You tell me, do tell me

how should I dress?

Because its your hand I'll be turning

down and be gone with,

what last impression should I cast?

And when I decide I'll be no wallflower

but a blossoming silver ray of flame.

With wine on my left and gold on my right,

and a blush on my cheek and sniff I may not.

And you'll wonder, I swear,

how unlucky a man you are. 

Malsha Walgamage©

28/12/2011

Stairway to heaven

I found the stairway to heaven.

It started from your heart 

and ended in mine.

I found the stairway to heaven.

It was on the middle of the path we treaded,

a place no one could find.

I found the stairway to heaven.

We climbed it up to the top,

just to find that we forgot

the key to the heavenly lock. 

Malsha Walgamage©

2011/11/07

Inducement

How come I'm induced to adore you,

Love you like I've never done before?

When all you do is plunder

and squash my feelings to the core.

Have we ever known what Love is?

Are we falsified by false memories?

Have I embraced my hopes to myself?

Or watched you crush all my dreams?

When there's no where to look at,

You know you are that immortal scene.

My Pillar of a light house docent,

All my strawberry dreams.

And on your feet I behold,

my lifeless love I pledge.

in my dreams you whisper,

incoherent verbs with no edifice.

At dawn please leave my bedside,

let me sleep with my feverish dreams,

for we both know its just a final laugh,

A play with edited scenes.

Am I what you looked for?

A naive guillable fool?

Let me be so for a day more,

My love I've never understood.

At zero hour the day may break,

The wooden floor will creak. 

My heart may break into shatterings,

You may tread on the pieces. You Will.

You may leave.   

       I may stay.

Tainted forever,   

       A wilted flower.

When the pains have receded,

When the days drab diminish,

Remind me to soothe my soul

and plaster my broken spirit.

Malsha Walgamage©

2011/09/24 

සමාධිය

අනන්තය තෙක් දිවෙන හදවත්,

සොයයි අන්තය නොදකිනා.

සිතෙන් පමණක් සිතන සිතිවිලි,

බලයි දුවමින නෙත් යොමා.

නිමක් නොමැතිව තිතක් නොමැතිව

හඩන සිතිවිලි දෙස බලා,

වැනෙයි මගෙ සිත එකමතැන්වුනු

සමාධියකට කොටුවෙලා.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2007/05/06

තනිකම

මිලින වූ හදවතෙන්,

ඉකිගැහෙන කදුලු කැට,

තනි නොතනියට සිටින

උලලේන් හඩම නම්,

තනිකමින් ඉරිතැලුණු,

කැඩීගිය, බිදී ගිය,

නියo මහ කතර මැද 

තනිවෙලා හඩන්නම්.

ඒ කදුලු කැට නිසා

යා වෙයිද තැලුනු  සිත?

වියලි කත දිය පොදක්

වගුරුවා බලන්නම්.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2007/03/18

තනිකම

මිලින වූ හදවතෙන්,

ඉකිගැහෙන කදුලු කැට,

තනි නොතනියට සිටින

උලලේන් හඩම නම්,

තනිකමින් ඉරිතැලුණු,

කැඩීගිය, බිදී ගිය,

නියo මහ කතර මැද 

තනිවෙලා හඩන්නම්.

ඒ කදුලු කැට නිසා

යා වෙයිද තැලුනු  සිත?

වියලි කත දිය පොදක්

වගුරුවා බලන්නම්.

©මල්ෂා වල්ගමගේ

2007/03/18

                               Twenty Years! I brace myself for the rest of my days I’ll spend in this life.

                                      know for sure when the time beckons to celebrate twenty one.

                                        Another year to go and years to come. What am I scared of?

                                           I’m scared to die. Not because I’m scared of death, but

                                             I haven’t done anything useful in Life. I have to love.

                                                 I have to Give. I have to Share. I have to Heal.

                                                      I have to Mend the Broken Hearts. I have

                                                         to Treat My parents with Love. I have

                                                              to Catch up with My Children I’ll

                                                               have, my nephews and nieces,

                                                                   God Daughters and Sons.

                                                                      I want to Forgive and

                                                                       Beg for Forgiveness.

                                                                          I want to Write,

                                                                            to Celebrate,

                                                                               to Sing.

                                                                                   I

                                                                              want to

                                                                           Travel, Dive

                                                                     and Find thrill in every

                                                                  second my life can give. I

                                                               want to Find Intellectual Bliss.

                                                         Peace of Mind, Void of Sin. So When I

                                            reach twenty I want to find a life. Accomplished, with

                                      missions and so much of worldly-wise. So I turn back the hour

                              glass, start the life anew and watch the time flit away with new goals

                          to go through. And when a day comes, a birthday I shall reach. I’ll say then

                    to you, “Come find me Death. Please. I’m not scared to die, I’m not scared of death.”

             For I have accomplished my Goals.   My Aims. Today I turn a twenty year old girl. Leaving

    the Teens and entering the Youth. I find a new phase, fresh and anew. I turn the hourglass will watch

time flow. Easy it will glide, Easy it will flow. My life with a Goal. Hopes and Dreams. I leave my teens behind.

Malsha Walgamage©

 8 August 2011

Writer's note : because I turned twenty and Facebook sucks my hourglass is kind of crooked. it symbolizes all the bumpy rides I must go through in life. Lol.

When Sarah Bosworth Saw a Rake

When Sarah Bosworth saw a Rake,

Everyone thought she would break,

For the debutante was for her own sake,

What Sarah did made everyone say Grace.

Sarah held her hand on her bosom

(Big and buxom it was indeed stupendous.

The envy of the whole masquerade hall-

Enough of her bosom back to the ball)

Sarah held her hand on her bosom

And cried, "Oh my lord! What a handsome."

She fluttered her eyes and muttered to herself,

"I'll sure be a sinner tonight" she said.

Aside to you I'll tell about her,

Sarah Bosworth was no ordinary girl.

She was the Duchess of Frankworth,

But Oxfordshire preferred her as theirs.

She milled in the crowd fussing away,

Fanning herself as if it was the hot summer's day.

Her flustered self made her look prettier,

Said Mrs.Pipeton, the widow from Croodia.

The sadness of this story is yet to come,

When everyone noticed Sarah as a beautiful dove.

Everyone I said? But not the 'one',

The Rake alas! had noticed no one.

Unchastened by the attention she never got,

She declined every dancing partner, My Gad!

Her card was filled, her bookings undone,

She paraded for the handosme Rake to come.

The Rake was a pretty chivalrous lad,

Who’s being to the war and back from the mad.

He survived the army and came back to town,

"For a perfect match", his mother recounts.

Now why didn't the Rake notice her?

Sarah asked herself thousand times over.

She made her dress and showed herself,

More the merrier she thought to herself.

"It's pretty darn impossible!" said the ton,

"For the Rake not to notice her now"

She hurried to make her glitter and Oh Love!

A king's ransom was hanging on her brow.

The Rake took no notice but sipped his gin,

As if the whole wide world revolved around his drink,

He leaned on the wall and observed the crowd,

With no interest but a casual frown.

Sarah Bosworth was no clown,

She wanted the Rake, secure and sound.

She stomped through the hall and asked so loud,

"Sir! Would you care for a swirl around?"

The ton gasped and clutched their bosoms

(But none compared to the Bosworth's buxom)

"Oh! What a scandal!" they muttered aghast,

"For a woman to ask for a Rake's hand."

My good people! there's more to come,

Of course! Sarah’s downfall is yet to come

When the Rake politely declined the offer,

Bowed his head low down and muttered,

"A lady like you I'm pretty sure,

Will catch the hearts and make gentlemen suffer.

But lady Bosworth pardon me, my manners,

I'm no gentleman but a Rake with a stammer-"

No, I'm not done, he did say stammer,

The ton was surprised and some did snicker.

But the rest of the sentence is yet to be written,

Hear me! He did say more than stammer.

"But a Rake with a stammer in my heart,

For a quiet love in the village so far.

Rose is her name, prim and proper.

And there she is my rose, my valor!"

Sarah Bosworth stood still on her ground,

Her crest was fallen (Literally! Oh but what a sight I bound)

Her lips quivered as her eyes fluttered,

I've never seen such palpitations, I offer.

She fell like a withered rose on the ground,

The spinsters Ooohed and the singles Aahed.

Sarah Bosworth's downfall arrived

With a mighty crash on the debutante ground.

So ends my story but it's not yet done,

Sarah did marry a gentleman in the ton.

The people whisper she asked him for the hand,

But, yet I believe none withstand,

Sarah Bosworth was ASKED for her hand!

Malsha Walgamage©

7 August 2011