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Weeping Willows - English: A Year without Her: Lotus Birth Nurtured upon a Utopian Figment
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A Year without Her: Lotus Birth Nurtured upon a Utopian Figment. I’ve been remaking Pietà the other way around:. Mother was dead,. The son who wanted to carry her in his arms – segregated,. Their skins looked the same. Having this every day dream started as a ritual. Then became an ordeal. Once there was no ache under her breast bone . To end the dormancy, mammary glands had been prepared for the last lassie stiffness. And then love,. Transformed into stones and buried anonymously. Closed pores on it.
Weeping Willows - English: The Regret
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Before she died, I never knew her skin. For him, my love thief, my womanliness. Wasn’t innocent. His body melted within me. To be reborn through my vagina. My heart,. The black hole,. Was quenched by the serenity of his eye. I enthralled the whole. I had not remembered the cadence of her heart. And softness of her womb was his first touch,. Nor had I remembered the sultriness. Of her life giving vagina was his second. My womb shrank and shrank; became nothing.
Weeping Willows - English: The Small Cell
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His silver and gold are corroded. His lungs beget a fungus . I was a neglected sperm; this Small Cell. Which makes his alveoli become the galls in a dried leaf,. Knotted like Medusa’s. Unlike creating me, he has created an evil. His blood carries it till the dead end,. Father carries his child,. Like life carries death. His breath, as sweet. As any father’s. To his daughter , now melts my face. I breathe behalf of him – my nostrils are his. I want to be his exhaled air and push this cell out.
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Weeping Willows: නුඹේ පෙම භයංකර සත්‍යයකි
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නුඹේ පෙම භයංකර සත්‍යයකි. අඩක් සියවස් අඩක් අත් නෑර නොනැවතී. ළය පලා පුදන්නැයි බල කරන. නුඹේ පෙම භයංකර සත්‍යයකි. අතින් පන්දම දරා. නෙතින් කලුවර හලා. මනමාල ලුසිෆර් පැමිණි තැන. හද දඟර වී තිබුනි සර්පයෙකු වාගේම. ආලෝකය ද අඳුර ද. එක්වරම නැගුණු තැන. ළය සුසැදි රන්මුවා සර්පිලය දකින්නට. යුක්ලීඩ්ටත් වඩා කාලයක්. හදවතට ඇහැ ගහන් කල් මරන. නුඹේ පෙම භයංකර සත්‍යයකි. පාෂාණිභූත මැණික් කටු සහ ඉපිල්ලුණු නිල් නහර ද. පැරණි දිගු සීසේරියන් කැලැල්ද. තවම තුණු ඇහි පියෙන් පිරිමදින. මට රිදේයැයි සිතා. පලමු ඒක භාර්යා.
Weeping Willows: අරූපාවචර ප්‍රේමය
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අරූපාවචර ප්‍රේමය. රාත්‍රී යහනේදී, මාගේ ආත්මය ප්‍රේම කරන තැනැත්තා සෙවීමි. මට ඔහු හමු වූයේ නැත. දිවා කල, අනන්ත සැරිසැරීම් තුල. ඔහු සෙවීමේ අසංකල්පිත චලනයන් වූවා. මට ඔහු හමු වූයේ නැත. සියලුම රාත්‍රීන් සහ ඇතැම් දහවල් කාල. සරාගී සිහින සමගම අනන්‍ය වන්නේ. ඔහු මා කරා පැමිනෙයි. එහෙත් ඔහු අසංඛාර වන්නේ. මට දැක ගත නොහැක. ස්පර්ශ කල නොහැක. ඔහු නොපවතින්නේ නම්. ආත්ම ගතවන සුවඳක්. ළයෙහි පවතින්නේ මන්දැයි නොදනිමි. ස්පර්ශයෙන් තොර. අරූපාවචර මිනිසෙකුට. පෙම් කරන්නේ කෙසේද. එහි වෙසෙන අරූපාත්මයට. වැළපෙමි.
Weeping Willows: කැළැල් වූ තැන් නඟමි සේයා රූ වලට
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කැළැල් වූ තැන් නඟමි සේයා රූ වලට. කැළැල් වූ තැන් නඟමි සේයා රූ වලට. තිබුණි නම් මගේ පැරණි නිකොන් කැමරාව. දාස්මල් පාටැති සිංහ හම ද. මම සැඟව ගමි එතැන. කැළැල් වුණු නිහැඬියාව. නඟනු පිණිස සේයා රුවට. යුද්ධයේ නිහඬබව. කතකගේ පියයුරුය. අඳුරු පැහැ කවයකින් වට වූ තනපුඩුය. අවුල් වුණු කෙස් රොදය බිඳී ගිය වළලුය. සාක්ෂි නැති මරණයකි මෙය. වගඋත්තර නොඉල්ලන මරණයකි මෙය. අඩක් පිළිස්සුණු තොටිල්ලක් පාමුල. මව ඇගේ ගැඹුරුතම සුව නින්ද නිදන්නී. පැන යන්‍ට තිබුණා නොවෙද. සිද්ධාර්ථ ගෞතම ම මිසක. දසුන වෙත එල්ල කොට. උපැස් යුවළ...ආදරේ ක...
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His silver and gold are corroded. His lungs beget a fungus . I was a neglected sperm; this Small Cell. Which makes his alveoli become the galls in a dried leaf,. Knotted like Medusa’s. Unlike creating me, he has created an evil. His blood carries it till the dead end,. Father carries his child,. Like life carries death. His breath, as sweet. As any father’s. To his daughter , now melts my face. I breathe behalf of him – my nostrils are his. I want to be his exhaled air and push this cell out. Gave him a ...
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