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Shirani Rajapakse



The noise engulfs me. Yet I’m

alone. The birds sing outside.


Yet I’m alone.

The TV, radio and all that modernity


can offer hums around me. From

the apartment above, below and across


the street in front of me.

Yet, I’m still all alone. In the mall


the people walk past. Serious faces,

strangers faces. They look


and see but don’t quite see me pass

them by. The


restaurant has no space

left, it is full and we sit in a group and talk


and joke yet I’m alone. I’m part of it,

yet I’m still not. I sit with the crowd, I connect


with their thoughts. Yet I’m still alone,

not a part of that completely. Why?





I’m bored with this life.


Can I go home? But where is

home? How do I get there?  Which bus

do I take? Do I fly instead, or can

the road take me there through

its twists and turns? And if I fall along

the way will you lift me


up? Give me new shoes and food


to eat and a place to stay. Will you come

with me, or do you stay behind?

Alone. I could do with some company

on my way there. To nowhere. To

where I don’t know. For I

cannot read a map and you can.


It’s as simple as that.    



Shirani Rajapakse is a poet and author. She earned a degree in English Literature from the University of Kelaniya, Sri Lanka and a MA in International Relations from the Jawaharlal Nehru University India. Her book of short stories, Breaking News (Vijitha Yapa 2011) was shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award. She is shortlisted for the Cha “Betrayal” Poetry Contest 2013. Shirani’s work appears, or is forthcoming in, Dove Tales, About Place Journal, Skylight 47, The Smoking Poet, New Verse News, and The Occupy Poetry Project and anthologies such as Poems for Freedom, Voices Israel Poetry Anthology 2012, Song of Sahel, Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology, World Healing World Peace and Every Child Is Entitled to Innocence. Her poetry was featured on Verses in Motion radio. She blogs rather infrequently at