Thursday, September 9, 2010

To Quit or not to Quit...

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
And the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When funds are low and debts are high,
And you have to smile, but you want to cry,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
So don't give up though the pace seems slow,
For you may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
                                            – Edgar A. Guest

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

ගැමි ලියගේ කවිය...

කල්පාන්තරයක් පෙරුම් පුරල
ඩින්ගිත්තක්වත් නොහිතපු වෙලාවක
මයෙ පාන්ඩු වෙච්චි හිතට ගොඩ වෙච්ච
මයෙ දෙය්යො...
කොටියා පරාද වෙන්ට රැවුම් ගෙරවුම් පැවට
ඔය ගල් හිත ඇතුලෙ මන් ගැන හීනි කැක්කුමක්
තාමත් තියනව නේද කියල කියන්ට මට,
මයෙ දෙය්යො...
කොයි ගම් තුලානට මාව දෙන්ට හැදුවත්
උඹේ පාමුල  ඉන්ට ඇත්නම් කියලම හිතුනම
තහන්චි මැද්දෙන් එක පිම්මට දුවන් එන්ට හිතයි
මයෙ දෙය්යො...
දළදා හාමුදුරුවන්යෙ පිහිටෙන්
කොලඹ රටේ සතා සීපාවගෙන් බේරිලා
හනිකට ආපහු එන්ට..
ලගින් ඉන්ට තහන්චි වුනත්,
දුරින් ඉදන් මන් බලා ඉන්නව
මයෙ බන්ඩාර දෙය්යො...

Thursday, September 2, 2010

After a while...

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
Today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ....
With every goodbye you learn.

-Veronica Shoffstall