Literature

Mrs. Dalloway

A Short Analysis of Literary Devices

Our War

War began not suddenly, but yet suddenly
It was expected, yet it was unexpected
Sickening and bringing out all the hate in the world
It raged while it raged. 
But not after
For as soon as it began it ended
(An Anticlimax)
I think we both wanted it (the war) to last — but it was not to be
Even though we were…

Happiness is a little bird

I gaze into the eyes of a little bird
That I hold gently in the palms of my hands.
It is flightless, helpless…
I smile at it, and I see my face smiling back through its tiny eyes.
I am happy. And I am happier that its little face mirrors my happiness.

The Solutionist

And so the piper played his pipe,
While all the rats did chase the tones,
As people watched, the fruits were ripe,
On trees that housed those swarms of drones
Did chase the tones, and end as bones…

Perfect Music

The scent on its shiny surface,
Black and white
(an enchanting, yet tranquil dress).
Through the window,
its polished lid reflects
restful shades that sieve
(like a breeze sifting moonlight)
a serene mosaic. Calm.
 
It is drizzling.
Softly.
Like a quiet friend leaving you alone.
And yet- not.
Piano…

Someone else

Is this you who I see? 
Or is it someone else? 
Or is it someone else that I saw in you?

Is this confusion? 
Or is it that I “was” confused? 
Confused that you were someone else, when you were still actually you?

Random events around Colombo

Whiffs of water droplets, 
Splashing on leaves, 
Warmed by a mid-afternoon of sunshine, 
A grandfather tending plants in a quaint little garden,
Adorned by shadows of dark green.
A young couple amble into a Kottu place,

London Sunrise

By the window. I,

As the mists of a winter morn caress the sun,

Contemplate silence.

Through the ear lids of a glass

A new day.