Because a bit of Art must be a part :) - No 2

The Cycle

He cried in a rhythm when he was born
It’s the joke among his peers
When he sings the wind slows down
Hares freeze and turn their ears

He is singing, just singing
He never knew the meaning of the song
He doesn't try, he never did
Bewitching the world, sings along

Charming young ladies,
Dancing like glimmering flames
Neither they ever knew
What’s the meaning? Is it deep or lame?

The lyricists, did they know?
Their only aim, do words rhyme?
Are they hollow, are they rich?
Who cares? It’s not a crime

Some wrote, he sang, all danced
The cycle went on and on…
No one asked why,
‘cause no danger was yet known…

Because a bit of Art must be a part :) - No 1

Rage & Joy

I’m staring at it,
Yes, it’s me, the creator...
It’s my precious,
I’ll die again for it, and I am the keeper…

Long queues every day
To worship, thousands of prayers…
And modern artists (they say!)
Bewitched, wrote books of praises…

They explain the little scratch
Behind the ear, oh so clever!
“A design trick, not a failure”
I cry with rage, roll with laughter…

I half love and half hate,
It’s charming, peerless and all laud...
Resembles the heartless king,
I served, and I've made a god!

And the scratch silently sings,
How I carved with flesh, blood & bone…
My own innocent name,
On the death note…

~ Manuri Amaya Perera

PS: Side effects of some boring lectures!