For Father's Day

For the way you raised me to believe in myself and be strong in my mind:

            Thank you

For the way you taught me respect and humility towards others in this world:

            Thank you

For the way you encourage me and allow me to follow my dreams:

            Thank you

For the way you love my friends and embrace them into your life:

            Thank you

For the way you put up with me and my mess:

            Thank you

For everything I know you do to make my life wonderful:

            Thank you

For everything I don’t realise you do to make my life wonderful:

            Thank you

For being bricks and mortar and warmth and strength and love and support:

            Thank you

For being you: Thank you

Love is not simply a combination of two people

It is an invisible connection that binds hearts to souls.

Sometimes love is as sweet as a raindrop sliding across your skin.

Sometimes it is as dry and lonely as an echo in the desert.

Love is the gift of sharing everything you have

And everything you do

And everything you see in this world.

An exchange; a life for a life.

From love explodes something new,

But not just something new, new life

 And not just new life, a new being

And not just a new being but a new generation of being alive, born from love

By Sandeepa Samarasinghe 29^th May

Translated by Caro Dixey

Free writing: Love is……

Love is a joke.

Its not real. How can it be?

How can it exist in the souls of thousands people all at once.

Love is beauty and peace,

Sitting in silence without having to think about the next moment.

Love lasts forever. It doesn’t fade or disappear.

It is a tattoo on your heart that you either expose and accept

or you betray your self and the fact that is beating in your chest.

Love is changed, hurt, destroyed, ended and raped by life.

What happens around us corrupts the heart and makes the mind lie to itself to serve its pleasure.

Don’t tell me you will love me forever,

Tell me you’ll try, knowing the truth that

Life; us; you; me; him; her; them; it will always change.

That change is time

And Love is time stopped still.

How to smoke a cigarette aggressively

• Before lighting and during smoking ensure that all gesticulations are emphasized sharply with said cigarette.
• Shake lighter violently and continue roll the flint a number of times before and after ignition.
• Always inhale twice in one puff letting out a dribble of smoke in between.
• Rip the cigarette sharply from your lips in a large exaggerated motion. Tilt your head to the sky and pout with your lower lip as you shoot the smoke upwards with an angry exhale.
• Now bite down hard pulling your lips away from your teeth as you suck in a fraction of fresh air before your next drag.

  

Unrequited

One person always loves more than the other.

Lovers harder, loves longer,

More longingly looking for equal reciprocation

That just isn’t there.

One person always steals that last extra kiss,

One more than was offered:

Head tipped, waiting to be met

While their opposite relaxes (edging slightly back).

One person’s grip is always tighter, always firmer

Making up for another’s casual nature.

One person has to say goodbye first,

hang up first, not look back first.

One person’s only is only for a time,

One person’s forever is always more forever than the other’s. 

This Cambridge

This place of couples kissing on bridges

And Kids rowing boats,

Of ducks waddle-flapping under trees  

That cry fresh water tears into a mirrored floor.

This place where the pushing of wicker is a common affair

And college scarves and emblemed hoods boast refinery and style.

This place of karma and character and calm where I come to be home:

This place is my place.

This place is my heart. 

Tower Bridge

Let me sit and watch the rippling Thames all day in the peace.

Let me drink my bitter comfort

And just feel sad, not need to smile.

Let the pigeon walk in circles around at my feet

And the tall bearded stranger click at the glass and the metal.

Drench me in chit chat and clip clack surround.

Cover me in birdsong callings,

Ringtones in flight.

Let the dredgers drudge the dark flowing tarmac,

Dislodging the calm.

Then let the calm drift backwards, down.

Serenity floating as the city strides along.

And now let me sink, deep in my thoughts

And play at this game without a worry of time.

Let the chill ache through my body

Stimulating, soothingly

A mind busy at rest;

The rest for my mind.