Local Cello

Strings are not local
But the tune is local
Bow is not local
But the melody is local


-Tharindu Weerasinghe

Relativity

You are my mistress with respect to me
Although I knew that he is my friend with respect to me,
I never thought that he is your fiance with respect to you…
Now I want to know,
Who am I with respect to you...?



-Tharindu Weerasinghe

Dear Violin....,

You are staring at me…
Believe me;
I can’t play violins!



-Tharindu Weerasinghe

Hope(less)

Note: Before the LTTE monsters’ deaths

Waiting for the injured
Curiously and impatiently
Ambulances screaming in regular intervals
Traffic allows them to reach the hospital…

Many have lost parents
Many have lost children
Many have lost friends
Many have lost relations

Can a man be that much brutal?
Against his fellow beings
Can a woman be that much inhuman?
Against her fellow beings

Bombs plunder the innocent lives
When will the monster acts end?
We are waiting curiously and impatiently
For a smiling tomorrow without blasting


-Tharindu Weerasinghe