Gavel Club of University of Colombo

  By : Pramudith Fernando The fish tank was with life teeming Resilient to change it was seeming Colourful and lively, on his shelf, A lovingly cared expression of self. Its master now preoccupied, The tank neglected, interest died The balance of life, now going awry, To intervene, he did not try. By and by the tank lost life In hues of green and dirt was rife Much was gone, now gloom and dull, The charm and vigor, almost null. To answer why, in mind he pained, Peering in, insight was gained On the unkept tank in his gaze, Staring back was his own face.

By : Saneru Akarawita We started out as a couple of friends, years back from now, Who saw each other now and then, with the time flying above, Slowly we began to share long walks, share our thoughts in quiet talks, of each other we soon grew fond, knowing that we share a special bond. Amidst a crowded place, My eyes are in search of you. You being around makes me at ease. You being there for me makes me smile more. You sharing secrets with me makes me feel so special. Your smile is precisely the cutest thing of all. I feel the light of your soul Shining through my heart Your love is the purest emotion That fills me with the sweetest devotion You always stood by me, never let me down I swim in the sea of your tenderness Enjoying the warmth of your feelings Take my hand, heart and soul Let's fly over a passing cloud There was a piece missing from my soul, You were the one who made me whole. Image courtesy:  https://www.peakpx.com/en/hd-wallpaper-desktop-ktcuw

  By : F. Zahra Raihana Zuhri She let loose her wavy black hair; Which perfectly matched that elegant black lace she always loved to wear! The three inch heel did hurt; yet standing firm on it was her unique flair, She looked absolutely stunning and lit like a beam of flare! May be that's why those narrow sights that gave her a stare; Kept on criticizing of what they half knew and things they were not at all aware! So much of comments, unlike, unwelcomed friends did try to scare; This Queen of courage and dare... But never did they succeed for she didn't give a thought to those to care! Those words weren't enough to limit this wind into your traditional square; As she flew towards the sky without a single moment to spare! May be she looks soft as a ripen pear, But is the strongest from within; and not even with a Durian rind could you compare! You cannot guess what she is going through while she stands calm and still there, You cannot imagine how much she's patched up a...

  By : W. R. G. Menike Why not write Pouring your heart A love letter to a burning star? When he says "I hate seeing you hurt But I just can't stop loving your scars." What is love but following through Knowing so well how everything ends "We'll be waiting on the dark side of the moon till you come around" said my imaginary friends. Where mirrors talk And shadows bleed And my steps are lost on shattered shards. Here’s to all the nights and days I wonder, why I fell for your half-metallic heart? Image courtesy:  https://pin.it/2VKhOrq

By : Rashmi Leema Kurukulasooriya The grimy clock chimes in with his daunting dream Awakening the pensioner to greet the morning sunbeam Shabby, sloppy, and scrubby, Tim's life strolls. Solo and alone, having nobody to count on. He recounts a time, many moons ago. When he used to play with his friends outdoors How contented he was with his old television. How merry he was with his toys and kinsmen. Oh, how he adored the games Tom and Jerry used to play. Even played Prince Charming, who rescued Cinderella from her dismay. Tim remembers the prayers he said, to be grown and gone, And join the pirates on escapades and be all brawn. His childhood fancies are still alive and well. Hindered by his worldly priorities, they dwell Bills must be paid! The lawn must be mowed! Laundry must be done! Bread must be won! His dotage has embraced Tim, yet he feels trapped. He often wanders while pondering in his little shack. "Were the Grinch and Captain Hook indeed that bad? But I have had foes...