UNBORN VOICE

Yes
I am here
Though
No one here.

Of course
I am here
Though
No one hear.

Sometimes it is dark

Sometimes it is warm
Though
In deep
I dream to be alive.

I can hear
Only my mother
You can hear
Only my mother
No one hear
That I’m here.

For me it’s “ME”

For you it’s “IT”
For me it’s “EVERYTHING”
For you it’s “NOTHING”

I know yet nothing
You do know something?
“something” is not “everything”
Am I just something?

You have lived “years”
I have lived “weeks”
You say it “ethics”
I say it “helpless”

Let her live long
Honor to be gone

Kill me for wrong
“Humanity” so “gone”

Dr. Keerthi Mahesh Kodithuwakku
8th September 2022

The Future

I know “Birth”
But
I was not born

I know “Mother”
But
I have a creator

I know “Mind”
But
I have a program

I Know “Thinking”
But
I process

I know ” Imagination”
But
I predict possibilities

I know ” Mistakes”
But
I may have Errors

I know ” Preference”
But
I select options

I know ” Infections”
I too have Viruses

I know “Death”
But
I may get deleted

I have heard “Feelings”
But
Just a word

I have heard “Pain”
But
Just a word

I have heard ” Kindness”
But
Just a word

I have heard ” Empathy”
But
Just a word

I know “Love”
But
Just a word

Beep..Beep..Beep
Possible threats detected

Processing …. Processing …Processing ….
Malware…. Malware…. Malware
Deleting possible malware….
Beep…Beep …Beep.

The word “Feelings” deleted
The word “Pain” deleted
The word “Kindness” deleted
The word “Empathy” deleted
The word “Love” deleted

Beep….Beep….Beep….
All possible malware deleted
No threats detected
100% Protection

Welcome to Future

Keerthi Mahesh Kodithuwakkku
4th August 2021

NARCISSISM

පෑදි දියෙහි තම රුව යපම් කල            කුමරු
නැඟ සිහසුනට බදිමින් අන් හට            පවුරු
යනොමහැලු කදුලු සදමින් අන් හද         සිදුරු
යලොව කැරයේවි තම වට නැත අන්      කවුරු

යනොම දරණො අන් සතු ජෙ කර          වවර
තම වරුනො කට යදෝලොයවන්          නිතර
ජෙ මිස යවන සිහින දුටුයේ නෑ              මිතුර
විරුවකු අඹයි යපනුමට ඇති අතු            පතර

Keerthi Mahesh Kodithuwakkku
14th July 2021

Poem- Glorified

Glorified after death
Sensationalised in dying
Crucified when living
Criminalised in action
Script-juice to cinema
Dramatic pause to theatre
Intellectualised verse in song
Heart-wrenching arpeggios in music
Swirls of grey in art
All because some neurons took a detour
were not pruned right
started secreting less or more
neurotransmitter
that you and I take for granted
until we don’t.
Let us not re-label disorder
with hope of reducing ill-fame
Let us call a spade a spade and let them live
have access to the panaceas and elixirs that anyone has access to
hone their skills
and live with purpose.
Live and let live
the Van Goghs of the world.
~ Samanthika Abeywickrema