Me and my life

You will never see it, the fire burning in me Nor me lurking in the dark shadows, hiding and watching you, Nor the point of the hidden knife pointed right at you. I may act your ally, friend, companion But all the time I will be plotting, waiting,  praying For that moment to let the fire out. The fire created by the scars you gave me Which I hid under the smiles and laughter Oh well! I hid them giving no clue at all  But the writhing pain they give me Gives the fuel to the fire burning inside me. There is no rights and wrongs It is just needs to come out or I will burn from inside out Until I am not there anymore I wish I could stop it all, But nothing can be done except to let it out.

In the Facebook, I see many of my friends have changed their profile picture to "Stand Against Racism" regarding the incident in Aluthgama. But in my opinion I would say it is too late. Human mind does not work like that. From the prehistoric times (Cro-Magnon against Neanderthals) to uncountable examples from known history (Hitler against Jews, Apartheid in South Africa, Whites against Negroes), I can confidently say that the human mind is programmed to racism. It might have played a protective role in wild humans the enmity towards dissimilar organisms improved his survival. Racism was there even before humanity was there in humans. So coming to other topic, what makes us humans? The humanity in us. Do we have humanity in us? I believe everyone have it in their hearts buried deep in a corner. It tries to come out of hiding but it rarely manages to do so and we see them as acts of kindness in the world outside. But the power of those random acts of kindness is immensible.

I start writing some random sentences that comes to my mind but I struggle to get the next sentences out and whatever that comes feels like it does not match and I hit the backspace. So rather than completing them I though why not publish them as it is and see what happens. So these are just start/middle/endings of several poems. "We are haunted by our past We are haunted by what could have been" "I am afraid to go in front of a mirror Of what I will see in it A shy boy, with those dreamy eyes An adolescent trying to figure it out An adult regretting his past Or a monster greedy with ambitions" "I built a wall so strong, so thick, Spanning from the fiery hell below to starry heavens above Protecting me from getting hurt Without knowing I am imprisoned inside it" "We are bound by the shackles of so called freedom A state of mind that we are free to do anything" "We just drifted apart, it was no one's fault." "Everyd