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Edge

  • Calmness received
  • Edge
  • A millionaire's nightmare
  • The edge of dementia
  • Edge of the last breath
  • Hollow note
  • On the edge
  • A victim's story
  • The only edge
  • The edge of life

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    Calmness received

    I felt the edge of the knife,
    Cutting my skin.
    The veins cut
    And the blood pouring
    In streams of bright red.
    But...
    I felt no pain
    Just calmness.
    As life drifted away from me....
    - Vositha

    Edge

    Poised on the edge of a ravine
    Deliberating;
    Her passion was two-edged
    Frenzy the sharper
    Vindictiveness the lesser,
    She edged sideways
    Clasping and unclasping her hands;
    She looked down
    Grey stone stared up at her;
    Eyes shut tight
    Nerves on edge
    She braced herself
    And leaned forward;
    She stood on the edge of Eternity
    And equally on the brink of deliverance;
    A sharp tug at the edge of her apparel
    Sinewy arms enfolded her;
    They grappled
    But she, in vain;
    Might and valour
    Took the edge off
    Her dastardly attempt.
    - Thilaha Yoganathan,

    A millionaire's nightmare

    I am standing at the edge of my life's road
    Hoping that my end would come soon
    To relieve me from this terrible pain,
    engulfing my body night and day.
    They have put me on a machine
    To keep my heart beating.
    They want me to open my eyes and 
    see the world once again
    They love me dearly, don't they?
    They pray to God I'll be spared
    to sign a paper
    To give unto their care
    All the earthly possessions I have
    When I'm gone.
    If their prayers go - unanswered
    who will they curse?
    Me or God?
    or may be the machine?
    - N.D.W.W.

    The edge of dementia

    When he enumerates her errors
    She says: "I'm sorry, I was wrong" -
    Yet remembers how crafty he could be,
    Covering up his flaws
    With guile and charm and sophistry.
    When she dares to argue 
    Or confront him with emotion,
    He drives her to incoherence
    With contemptuous words
    Mingled with the voice of reason
    And experience.
    He says she is confused,
    Verging on hysteria.
    She recalls mysterious phone calls,
    Unexplained absences....
    Her head begins to throb;
    She feels her brain
    Is about to explode....
    She swallows the tranquilising 
    Pills he gives her.
    - Jegatheeswari Nagendran,

    Edge of the last breath

    She is in white
    Under the dark starry sky
    Standing at the edge of a cliff
    Counting her souls....
    She is in air 
    Above the violent evil festival
    Whispering a soft song
    Harmonized by the frozen north wind
    A new star pops up among the billions!!! 
    - Imashi

    Hollow note

    Chilblained Fingers of gnarled
    twigs tap nimble rhythms
    on window elegant ice language
    collapsed words crack
    scatter dazzling colours....
    rippling glitter of silence!
    scream unsung hangs shivers
    lace borders on Edge of Never
    silence explodes in brain
    as I wipe perfumed mist mirror
    of your tinsel face
    from my mind.
    - Rohini Gooneratne Cooray.

    On the edge

    Van Gogh chopped off his ear,
    And presented it
    To his sweetheart
    Whom he called "Pigeon".
    Blake saw visions
    Of golden angels
    Upon a leafy tree
    In his garden.
    Virginia Wolf
    Committed suicide,
    Because she was mad.
    They were all on edge
    On the thin margin
    Between genius and insanity
    And lately
    I've been wondering myself
    About which is better
    Whether to be on the edge
    Or to be average
    And mediocre....
    And ordinary....
    - Subha Ran

    A victim's story

    He's standing on the ledge,
    Waiting to fly.
    Though his physical body would take the fall,
    His mind had already died.
    He could see them now,
    Crying after he's gone.
    They'll make big speeches at this grave,
    Though he always found himself alone.
    Never putting themselves on the line,
    They'll take their time, making up reasons.
    They'll cast their eyes up and ask why.
    When all the time, they were tried for treason.
    He closed his eyes and felt angels all around him,
    Smiling, he let out a sigh.
    He felt their holy tears fall,
    As he finally began to fly.
    - Sonali Fernando,

    The only edge

    A little girl was playing
    On the edge of a cliff,
    With her friends.
    She had a garland of flowers
    Just from her father
    This father was a soldier,
    He never knew,
    When his life would end.
    Time passed away, so did he.
    Now that girl is crying
    On the edge of a cliff, all alone.
    She has a bunch of flowers
    Just for her father
    She has lost her friends, her father
    And her happiness
    But the edge of the cliff will be there
    The only edge,
    Where relief exists.
    - Raehana Raban.

    The edge of life

    When we are born,
    Our mothers grip the edge of a bed.
    When we grow up,
    Our parents live on the edge of their finances.
    When we reach great heights,
    They hold on to the edges of our achievements joyfully.
    When we get married,
    They hold on to the edges of hankerchiefs, crying tears of joy.
    Life is a rope with an edge!
    Our parents guardian angels.
    When they reach the edge of their lives,
    We reach the edge of our ignorance towards them.
    When this happens it is too late, 
    To tell them they are not at the edge of 
    our hearts but right in the middle.
    - Sonali Richards.
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