They called him the mad poet. But I knew him before his eyes changed and that permanent sheen of sweat covered his face. A hopeless romantic with his head wrapped in a cloud of words, there were times I truly believed he was made of words. They flew out of him as he moved and left a silver trail of words everywhere he went. This man was all heart, all soul.

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Captured in a world formed by myself. An Eulogy for Sri Lankan Cricket. However, in the light of recent events, there seems to be another sport Sri Lankans should definitely excel a.

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Hello Followers of this Blog. He never returned from the sea, at least not the way I and many others wanted him to. As he always was, passed away helping his brother to live. 8221; I cried, knowing, I have not lost a thing. So do not be too sad. Say good bye to him in your own ways.

So there is no escape. But every night i travel to places that carry. That carry away all these burdens i wish to leave. There is a circle that i draw everyday. And traverse through in an infinite loop. The trees outside sway with gentle disposition. Who is alive and who is free. Is it me or is it the things i see. Everyday you see me but you never do. This is something i stole from my self.