Piyumi@Blogger

... When one's imagination runs wild, It paints the world differently in their eyes, In hues, others are not able to see, Unless they pour them down in words like pearls, One by one making a necklace, Or dance their brushes across a canvas, Like the shoes of a ballerina, Drawing patterns in a ballet, Though it is never the same. 'Cus it's nonsensical to practical human beings, Too queer to hardened hearts, Too much for a society, They never felt they belonged to. Often in nature, they find themselves, In themselves, they find the Universe, And those who have the most nonsensical hearts of all, they become the wildest poets or masters of paints! www.pinterest.com

  https://www.pinterest.com/pin/670403094544578428/ Children are simply bundles of joy;  They are the merriest of hearts!💖

https://www.rutakrau.com/art I think the souls who have the knowledge of both the dark depths of sorrow and high divine vibrations of happiness are the most empathetic of all. They feel others more than others; they tend to sacrifice for others more than others; they go through miles and miles for others. But they've got to realize, that their sensitivity and empathy should not cross the boundaries of their capacities. There should always be the presence of mindfulness and logic as their protectors to avoid being manipulated by others. In the absence of these, they become the utter stupidity of all. But the wisest of all, the other way around.   

  The fox said grapes are sour because he couldn’t have any of it, but does it really make grapes sour? Picture source :  https://pin.it/4akjEEW0N

  Let’s discuss this poem. The poet, Alan Brownjohn Sometimes I sit with both eyes closed, But all the same, I’ve heard; They’re saying, “He won’t talk because He is a thinking bird.” I’m olive teen and sulky, and The family say, “Oh yes, He’s silent but he is listening He thinks more than he says” “He ponders on the things he hears, Preferring not to chatter!” And this is true, but why it’s true Is quite another matter. I’m working on some shocking things In order to surprise them, And when my thoughts are ready I’ll Certainly not disguise them! I’ll wait and see and choose a time, When everyone is present, And clear my throat and raise my beak And give a squawk and start to speak And go on for about a week And it will not be pleasant. Themes Criticism of caged animals - an eye opener for people who disregard animal’s love for freedom. False pride of humans - taking so high of the bird when they do not even understand the emotions of the bird. What brings out the humour in this poem?

River ripples danced, To the tune of the breeze,  And the sun slowly smiled, His blessing upon me!  Picture source:-  https://pin.it/5Ac9CT2    

“Your heart is no playground and no player must ever walk upon it. Make it a secret garden, where only he who deserves gets to cherish his roses.” Picture source :-  https://pin.it/12rpQ34

“රජු රාවණා, හෙළ දෙරණ වීරයා, එහෙත් ඔහු හැමදාම, ඉන්දියාවේදි දුෂ්ඨයා!” Only your conscience knowing that you are right is enough. You do not have to prove anything to anyone. Picture source :-   https://pin.it/2EAnS1p

“Why is it so moon, That I feel so alive, When you are up; When the rest of the world is fast asleep?” Picture source :-  https://pin.it/6fpiGTK

Caesar, He was everyone’s pet, He played with everyone, Even went with his kidnappers once, He trusted humans so much. And so when he finally opened his eyes into the midnight, Death was by his side, And he went with Him too. Thereafter, There was no more of Caesar, Caesar ceased to be. Goodbye, Caesar! Have a good time, wherever you are now!  

                                          Those starry nights, brightened with the moonlight, lulled by the tunes of love, coming out of her fountain of love.  Those heavy little eye lids, slowly closing, her arms around me, serene slumber wrapping me in. Thank you my mother for your countless sleepless nights just to put me into a beautiful slumber, to gift me magical dreams and build me a wholesome world ❤! You are amazing, your love is magical and that kindness is just so remarkable... Happy Mothers ’ Day!  to my dear mother and to every great mommy heart out there! XOXO,      Piyumi ❤

CoViD-19 කාලේදි, එක්තරා රාත්‍රියක, විටෙන් විටෙක ශබ්ද නඟන, රතිඤ්ඤා හඩ එහෙන් මෙහෙන්, ඇකි මැකියයි සාමය, රජයන්නට දී... රාත්‍රියේ නිසල බවින්, අවට ගිලියන මොහතක, අතීතයේ උණුහුම ගෙන, ලක් දෙරණේ අහස යටට, අවුරුදු ඇවිදින්... ඔබ සැමට සුභ සිංහල හා හින්දු අළුත් අවුරුද්දක් වේවා!!!   ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Once upon a night, In an era of a pandemic, The firecrackers flied, And banged here and there for a while, Slowly fades away, And peace prevails… In a moment of serenity of night, Carrying in her arms the warmth of our past, Under the sky of Sri Lanka, Rolls around the New Year... Happy Sinhala and Tamil New Year to everyone who made it to 2020! HUGE RESPECT TO  all health professionals, Police, Army and everyone else who are fighting against COVID-19 trying to save the mankind at the risk of their own lives. OUR SUPERHEROES . May you and your families be blessed for your humanity in this New Year! May this New Year bring joy, good health

                    “No matter how much the other person is helping you to change your life for better, it’s always your contribution that has to be large.” Picture source :   https://www.pinterest.com/pin/508695720413388193 /

මුළු ලොවම අභිබවා නැගෙන ඒ ගුණ කද, ගලාහැලෙනා මහා කරුණාව, සමකල නොහැකි බුද්ධ තේජස! භාග්‍යවත් වූවෙමි ඒ අභියසට යන්නට, සිටියෙමි එහි පුදමින්, මා හදේ කෘතවේදීතාව… නැගෙයි ඒ ගුණ, නවතනු බැරිය, ගලයි මහා කරුණාව, දැනෙයි එය මා හදට, බබලයි ඒ තේජස, ගෙනෙයි මා හට මහත් වීරිය, බුදු පියාණෙනි, මා පියාණෙනි, වේවා මගේ නමසකාර ඔබ වහන්සේ හට! ඔබ සැමට සුභ වෙසක් මංගල්‍යයක් වේවා!

Let's discuss the poem. I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.           The Lake Isle is an island in the middle of the lake called Innisfree located in Ireland. The poet in his poem vividly paints the beauty and the serenity of nature through the lake Innisfree. The poet points out the soothing effect of nature on mankind using different techniques in the poem t