Vihanga Perera Biography

One night - it was past ten, more eleven -
I was traveling with my heart heavy,
And where the bus let me off by
Letting me slide off the foot board,
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Our lives are note pads, the
Kind on which we sketch with deliberate pen,
With refillable ink, with a pause for thought
Before a doodled smiley, now and then.
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One June I walked out that door
Thinking that that was it; that
I would not return there again —
And as I walked down through the
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The song that was written for you
On a guitar with just four surviving strings
— For over a decade that bane of an instrument lay
Serene among cobwebs, debris and distant things —
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A friend from mid teens,
Who said for love he'll take his life,
Met me, a decade later, at
An obscure pharmacy with a
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