colour of a feeling

A winter Morning ....

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Light dark shade of this morning

tarnishes the energy

but backed with yournings

half a dozen heads

stands in front of though

it is freezing ;

now and then among them

one is sneezing .

" oh ! you'll catch a cold "

some heard as it was told

a rigorous smile,

it was the old man " bold "

they move their hands

they smoke , they laugh

and for a bus

they are awaiting

mild and soft

thousand secrets unstopped

isn't this winter morning amazing ?

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

William Shakespeare ( 26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire )

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an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18, he married Anne Hathaway, with whom he had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part owner of a playing company called the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613 at age 49, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others.

Shakespeare produced most of his known work between 1589 and 1613. His early plays were mainly comedies and histories, genres he raised to the peak of sophistication and artistry by the end of the 16th century. He then wrote mainly tragedies until about 1608, including Hamlet, King Lear, Othello, and Macbeth, considered some of the finest works in the English language. In his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as romances, and collaborated with other playwrights.

Many of his plays were published in editions of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime. In 1623, two of his former theatrical colleagues published the First Folio, a collected edition of his dramatic works that included all but two of the plays now recognised as Shakespeare's.

Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the 19th century. The Romantics, in particular, acclaimed Shakespeare's genius, and the Victorians worshipped Shakespeare with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry". In the 20th century, his work was repeatedly adopted and rediscovered by new movements in scholarship and performance. His plays remain highly popular today and are constantly studied, performed and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world.

Life

Early life

William Shakespeare was the son of John Shakespeare, an alderman and a successful glover originally from Snitterfield, and Mary Arden, the daughter of an affluent landowning farmer. He was born in Stratford-upon-Avon and baptised there on 26 April 1564. His actual birthdate remains unknown, but is traditionally observed on 23 April, St George's Day. This date, which can be traced back to an 18th-century scholar's mistake, has proved appealing to biographers, since Shakespeare died 23 April 1616. He was the third child of eight and the eldest surviving son.

Although no attendance records for the period survive, most biographers agree that Shakespeare was probably educated at the King's New School in Stratford, a free school chartered in 1553, about a quarter-mile from his home. Grammar schools varied in quality during the Elizabethan era, but the curriculum was dictated by law throughout England, and the school would have provided an intensive education in Latin grammar and the classics.

At the age of 18, Shakespeare married the 26-year-old Anne Hathaway. The consistory court of the Diocese of Worcester issued a marriage licence 27 November 1582. The next day two of Hathaway's neighbours posted bonds guaranteeing that no lawful claims impeded the marriage. The ceremony may have been arranged in some haste, since the Worcester chancellor allowed the marriage banns to be read once instead of the usual three times, and six months after the marriage Anne gave birth to a daughter, Susanna, baptised 26 May 1583. Twins, son Hamnet and daughter Judith, followed almost two years later and were baptised 2 February 1585. Hamnet died of unknown causes at the age of 11 and was buried 11 August 1596.

After the birth of the twins, Shakespeare left few historical traces until he is mentioned as part of the London theatre scene in 1592, and scholars refer to the years between 1585 and 1592 as Shakespeare's "lost years". Biographers attempting to account for this period have reported many apocryphal stories. Nicholas Rowe, Shakespeare’s first biographer, recounted a Stratford legend that Shakespeare fled the town for London to escape prosecution for deer poaching in the estate of local squire Thomas Lucy. Shakespeare is also supposed to have taken his revenge on Lucy by writing a scurrilous ballad about him. Another 18th-century story has Shakespeare starting his theatrical career minding the horses of theatre patrons in London. John Aubrey reported that Shakespeare had been a country schoolmaster. Some 20th-century scholars have suggested that Shakespeare may have been employed as a schoolmaster by Alexander Hoghton of Lancashire, a Catholic landowner who named a certain "William Shakeshafte" in his will. No evidence substantiates such stories other than hearsay collected after his death, and Shakeshafte was a common name in the Lancashire area.

London and Theatrical Career

It is not known exactly when Shakespeare began writing, but contemporary allusions and records of performances show that several of his plays were on the London stage by 1592. He was well enough known in London by then to be attacked in print by the playwright Robert Greene in his Groats-Worth of Wit:

...there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger's heart wrapped in a Player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you: and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.

Scholars differ on the exact meaning of these words, but most agree that Greene is accusing Shakespeare of reaching above his rank in trying to match university-educated writers such as Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe and Greene himself (the "university wits"). The italicised phrase parodying the line "Oh, tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide" from Shakespeare's Henry VI, Part 3, along with the pun "Shake-scene", identifies Shakespeare as Greene's target. Here Johannes Factotum—"Jack of all trades"— means a second-rate tinkerer with the work of others, rather than the more common "universal genius".

Greene's attack is the earliest surviving mention of Shakespeare’s career in the theatre. Biographers suggest that his career may have begun any time from the mid-1580s to just before Greene's remarks. From 1594, Shakespeare's plays were performed only by the Lord Chamberlain's Men, a company owned by a group of players, including Shakespeare, that soon became the leading playing company in London. After the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, the company was awarded a royal patent by the new king, James I, and changed its name to the King's Men.

In 1599, a partnership of company members built their own theatre on the south bank of the River Thames, which they called the Globe. In 1608, the partnership also took over the Blackfriars indoor theatre. Records of Shakespeare's property purchases and investments indicate that the company made him a wealthy man. In 1597, he bought the second-largest house in Stratford, New Place, and in 1605, he invested in a share of the parish tithes in Stratford.

Some of Shakespeare's plays were published in quarto editions from 1594. By 1598, his name had become a selling point and began to appear on the title pages. Shakespeare continued to act in his own and other plays after his success as a playwright. The 1616 edition of Ben Jonson's Works names him on the cast lists for Every Man in His Humour (1598) and Sejanus His Fall (1603). The absence of his name from the 1605 cast list for Jonson’s Volpone is taken by some scholars as a sign that his acting career was nearing its end. The First Folio of 1623, however, lists Shakespeare as one of "the Principal Actors in all these Plays", some of which were first staged after Volpone, although we cannot know for certain which roles he played. In 1610, John Davies of Hereford wrote that "good Will" played "kingly" roles. In 1709, Rowe passed down a tradition that Shakespeare played the ghost of Hamlet's father. Later traditions maintain that he also played Adam in As You Like It and the Chorus in Henry V, though scholars doubt the sources of the information.

Shakespeare divided his time between London and Stratford during his career. In 1596, the year before he bought New Place as his family home in Stratford, Shakespeare was living in the parish of St. Helen's, Bishopsgate, north of the River Thames. He moved across the river to Southwark by 1599, the year his company constructed the Globe Theatre there. By 1604, he had moved north of the river again, to an area north of St Paul's Cathedral with many fine houses. There he rented rooms from a French Huguenot called Christopher Mountjoy, a maker of ladies' wigs and other headgear.

Later Years and Death

Rowe was the first biographer to pass down the tradition that Shakespeare retired to Stratford some years before his death; but retirement from all work was uncommon at that time; and Shakespeare continued to visit London. In 1612 he was called as a witness in a court case concerning the marriage settlement of Mountjoy's daughter, Mary. In March 1613 he bought a gatehouse in the former Blackfriars priory; and from November 1614 he was in London for several weeks with his son-in-law, John Hall.

After 1606–1607, Shakespeare wrote fewer plays, and none are attributed to him after 1613. His last three plays were collaborations, probably with John Fletcher, who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men.

Shakespeare died on 23 April 1616 and was survived by his wife and two daughters. Susanna had married a physician, John Hall, in 1607, and Judith had married Thomas Quiney, a vintner, two months before Shakespeare’s death.

In his will, Shakespeare left the bulk of his large estate to his elder daughter Susanna. The terms instructed that she pass it down intact to "the first son of her body". The Quineys had three children, all of whom died without marrying. The Halls had one child, Elizabeth, who married twice but died without children in 1670, ending Shakespeare’s direct line. Shakespeare's will scarcely mentions his wife, Anne, who was probably entitled to one third of his estate automatically. He did make a point, however, of leaving her "my second best bed", a bequest that has led to much speculation. Some scholars see the bequest as an insult to Anne, whereas others believe that the second-best bed would have been the matrimonial bed and therefore rich in significance.

Shakespeare was buried in the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church two days after his death. The epitaph carved into the stone slab covering his grave includes a curse against moving his bones, which was carefully avoided during restoration of the church in 2008:

Good frend for Iesvs sake forbeare,

To digg the dvst encloased heare.

Bleste be ye man yt spares thes stones,

And cvrst be he yt moves my bones.

Modern spelling:

"Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear,"

"To dig the dust enclosed here."

"Blessed be the man that spares these stones,"

"And cursed be he who moves my bones."

Sometime before 1623, a funerary monument was erected in his memory on the north wall, with a half-effigy of him in the act of writing. Its plaque compares him to Nestor, Socrates, and Virgil. In 1623, in conjunction with the publication of the First Folio, the Droeshout engraving was published.

Shakespeare has been commemorated in many statues and memorials around the world, including funeral monuments in Southwark Cathedral and Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey.

Plays

Most playwrights of the period typically collaborated with others at some point, and critics agree that Shakespeare did the same, mostly early and late in his career. Some attributions, such as Titus Andronicus and the early history plays, remain controversial, while The Two Noble Kinsmen and the lost Cardenio have well-attested contemporary documentation. Textual evidence also supports the view that several of the plays were revised by other writers after their original composition.

The first recorded works of Shakespeare are Richard III and the three parts of Henry VI, written in the early 1590s during a vogue for historical drama. Shakespeare's plays are difficult to date, however, and studies of the texts suggest that Titus Andronicus, The Comedy of Errors, The Taming of the Shrew and The Two Gentlemen of Verona may also belong to Shakespeare’s earliest period. His first histories, which draw heavily on the 1587 edition of Raphael Holinshed's Chronicles of England, Scotland, and Ireland, dramatise the destructive results of weak or corrupt rule and have been interpreted as a justification for the origins of the Tudor dynasty. The early plays were influenced by the works of other Elizabethan dramatists, especially Thomas Kyd and Christopher Marlowe, by the traditions of medieval drama, and by the plays of Seneca. The Comedy of Errors was also based on classical models, but no source for The Taming of the Shrew has been found, though it is related to a separate play of the same name and may have derived from a folk story. Like The Two Gentlemen of Verona, in which two friends appear to approve of rape, the Shrew's story of the taming of a woman's independent spirit by a man sometimes troubles modern critics and directors.

Shakespeare's early classical and Italianate comedies, containing tight double plots and precise comic sequences, give way in the mid-1590s to the romantic atmosphere of his greatest comedies. A Midsummer Night's Dream is a witty mixture of romance, fairy magic, and comic lowlife scenes. Shakespeare's next comedy, the equally romantic Merchant of Venice, contains a portrayal of the vengeful Jewish moneylender Shylock, which reflects Elizabethan views but may appear derogatory to modern audiences. The wit and wordplay of Much Ado About Nothing, the charming rural setting of As You Like It, and the lively merrymaking of Twelfth Night complete Shakespeare's sequence of great comedies. After the lyrical Richard II, written almost entirely in verse, Shakespeare introduced prose comedy into the histories of the late 1590s, Henry IV, parts 1 and 2, and Henry V. His characters become more complex and tender as he switches deftly between comic and serious scenes, prose and poetry, and achieves the narrative variety of his mature work. This period begins and ends with two tragedies: Romeo and Juliet, the famous romantic tragedy of sexually charged adolescence, love, and death; and Julius Caesar—based on Sir Thomas North's 1579 translation of Plutarch's Parallel Lives—which introduced a new kind of drama. According to Shakespearean scholar James Shapiro, in Julius Caesar "the various strands of politics, character, inwardness, contemporary events, even Shakespeare's own reflections on the act of writing, began to infuse each other".

In the early 17th century, Shakespeare wrote the so-called "problem plays" Measure for Measure, Troilus and Cressida, and All's Well That Ends Well and a number of his best known tragedies. Many critics believe that Shakespeare's greatest tragedies represent the peak of his art. The titular hero of one of Shakespeare's most famous tragedies, Hamlet, has probably been discussed more than any other Shakespearean character, especially for his famous soliloquy "To be or not to be; that is the question". Unlike the introverted Hamlet, whose fatal flaw is hesitation, the heroes of the tragedies that followed, Othello and King Lear, are undone by hasty errors of judgement. The plots of Shakespeare's tragedies often hinge on such fatal errors or flaws, which overturn order and destroy the hero and those he loves. In Othello, the villain Iago stokes Othello's sexual jealousy to the point where he murders the innocent wife who loves him. In King Lear, the old king commits the tragic error of giving up his powers, initiating the events which lead to the torture and blinding of the Earl of Gloucester and the murder of Lear's youngest daughter Cordelia. According to the critic Frank Kermode, "the play offers neither its good characters nor its audience any relief from its cruelty". In Macbeth, the shortest and most compressed of Shakespeare's tragedies, uncontrollable ambition incites Macbeth and his wife, Lady Macbeth, to murder the rightful king and usurp the throne, until their own guilt destroys them in turn. In this play, Shakespeare adds a supernatural element to the tragic structure. His last major tragedies, Antony and Cleopatra and Coriolanus, contain some of Shakespeare's finest poetry and were considered his most successful tragedies by the poet and critic T. S. Eliot.

In his final period, Shakespeare turned to romance or tragicomedy and completed three more major plays: Cymbeline, The Winter's Tale and The Tempest, as well as the collaboration, Pericles, Prince of Tyre. Less bleak than the tragedies, these four plays are graver in tone than the comedies of the 1590s, but they end with reconciliation and the forgiveness of potentially tragic errors. Some commentators have seen this change in mood as evidence of a more serene view of life on Shakespeare's part, but it may merely reflect the theatrical fashion of the day. Shakespeare collaborated on two further surviving plays, Henry VIII and The Two Noble Kinsmen, probably with John Fletcher.

Performances

It is not clear for which companies Shakespeare wrote his early plays. The title page of the 1594 edition of Titus Andronicus reveals that the play had been acted by three different troupes. After the plagues of 1592–3, Shakespeare's plays were performed by his own company at The Theatre and the Curtain in Shoreditch, north of the Thames. Londoners flocked there to see the first part of Henry IV, Leonard Digges recording, "Let but Falstaff come, Hal, Poins, the rest...and you scarce shall have a room".] When the company found themselves in dispute with their landlord, they pulled The Theatre down and used the timbers to construct the Globe Theatre, the first playhouse built by actors for actors, on the south bank of the Thames at Southwark. The Globe opened in autumn 1599, with Julius Caesar one of the first plays staged. Most of Shakespeare's greatest post-1599 plays were written for the Globe, including Hamlet, Othello and King Lear.

After the Lord Chamberlain's Men were renamed the King's Men in 1603, they entered a special relationship with the new King James. Although the performance records are patchy, the King's Men performed seven of Shakespeare's plays at court between 1 November 1604 and 31 October 1605, including two performances of The Merchant of Venice. After 1608, they performed at the indoor Blackfriars Theatre during the winter and the Globe during the summer. The indoor setting, combined with the Jacobean fashion for lavishly staged masques, allowed Shakespeare to introduce more elaborate stage devices. In Cymbeline, for example, Jupiter descends "in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The ghosts fall on their knees."

The actors in Shakespeare's company included the famous Richard Burbage, William Kempe, Henry Condell and John Heminges. Burbage played the leading role in the first performances of many of Shakespeare's plays, including Richard III, Hamlet, Othello, and King Lear. The popular comic actor Will Kempe played the servant Peter in Romeo and Juliet and Dogberry in Much Ado About Nothing, among other characters. He was replaced around the turn of the 16th century by Robert Armin, who played roles such as Touchstone in As You Like It and the fool in King Lear. In 1613, Sir Henry Wotton recorded that Henry VIII "was set forth with many extraordinary circumstances of pomp and ceremony". On 29 June, however, a cannon set fire to the thatch of the Globe and burned the theatre to the ground, an event which pinpoints the date of a Shakespeare play with rare precision.

Textual Sources

In 1623, John Heminges and Henry Condell, two of Shakespeare's friends from the King's Men, published the First Folio, a collected edition of Shakespeare's plays. It contained 36 texts, including 18 printed for the first time. Many of the plays had already appeared in quarto versions—flimsy books made from sheets of paper folded twice to make four leaves. No evidence suggests that Shakespeare approved these editions, which the First Folio describes as "stol'n and surreptitious copies". Alfred Pollard termed some of them "bad quartos" because of their adapted, paraphrased or garbled texts, which may in places have been reconstructed from memory. Where several versions of a play survive, each differs from the other. The differences may stem from copying or printing errors, from notes by actors or audience members, or from Shakespeare's own papers. In some cases, for example Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida and Othello, Shakespeare could have revised the texts between the quarto and folio editions. In the case of King Lear, however, while most modern additions do conflate them, the 1623 folio version is so different from the 1608 quarto, that the Oxford Shakespeare prints them both, arguing that they cannot be conflated without confusion.

Poems

In 1593 and 1594, when the theatres were closed because of plague, Shakespeare published two narrative poems on erotic themes, Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece. He dedicated them to Henry Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton. In Venus and Adonis, an innocent Adonis rejects the sexual advances of Venus; while in The Rape of Lucrece, the virtuous wife Lucrece is raped by the lustful Tarquin. Influenced by Ovid's Metamorphoses, the poems show the guilt and moral confusion that result from uncontrolled lust. Both proved popular and were often reprinted during Shakespeare's lifetime. A third narrative poem, A Lover's Complaint, in which a young woman laments her seduction by a persuasive suitor, was printed in the first edition of the Sonnets in 1609. Most scholars now accept that Shakespeare wrote A Lover's Complaint. Critics consider that its fine qualities are marred by leaden effects. The Phoenix and the Turtle, printed in Robert Chester's 1601 Love's Martyr, mourns the deaths of the legendary phoenix and his lover, the faithful turtle dove. In 1599, two early drafts of sonnets 138 and 144 appeared in The Passionate Pilgrim, published under Shakespeare's name but without his permission.

Sonnets

Published in 1609, the Sonnets were the last of Shakespeare's non-dramatic works to be printed. Scholars are not certain when each of the 154 sonnets was composed, but evidence suggests that Shakespeare wrote sonnets throughout his career for a private readership. Even before the two unauthorised sonnets appeared in The Passionate Pilgrim in 1599, Francis Meres had referred in 1598 to Shakespeare's "sugred Sonnets among his private friends". Few analysts believe that the published collection follows Shakespeare's intended sequence. He seems to have planned two contrasting series: one about uncontrollable lust for a married woman of dark complexion (the "dark lady"), and one about conflicted love for a fair young man (the "fair youth"). It remains unclear if these figures represent real individuals, or if the authorial "I" who addresses them represents Shakespeare himself, though Wordsworth believed that with the sonnets "Shakespeare unlocked his heart". The 1609 edition was dedicated to a "Mr. W.H.", credited as "the only begetter" of the poems.

It is not known whether this was written by Shakespeare himself or by the publisher, Thomas Thorpe, whose initials appear at the foot of the dedication page; nor is it known who Mr. W.H. was, despite numerous theories, or whether Shakespeare even authorised the publication. Critics praise the Sonnets as a profound meditation on the nature of love, sexual passion, procreation, death, and time.

Style

Shakespeare's first plays were written in the conventional style of the day. He wrote them in a stylised language that does not always spring naturally from the needs of the characters or the drama. The poetry depends on extended, sometimes elaborate metaphors and conceits, and the language is often rhetorical—written for actors to declaim rather than speak. The grand speeches in Titus Andronicus, in the view of some critics, often hold up the action, for example; and the verse in The Two Gentlemen of Verona has been described as stilted.

Soon, however, Shakespeare began to adapt the traditional styles to his own purposes. The opening soliloquy of Richard III has its roots in the self-declaration of Vice in medieval drama. At the same time, Richard’s vivid self-awareness looks forward to the soliloquies of Shakespeare's mature plays. No single play marks a change from the traditional to the freer style. Shakespeare combined the two throughout his career, with Romeo and Juliet perhaps the best example of the mixing of the styles. By the time of Romeo and Juliet, Richard II, and A Midsummer Night's Dream in the mid-1590s, Shakespeare had begun to write a more natural poetry. He increasingly tuned his metaphors and images to the needs of the drama itself.

Shakespeare's standard poetic form was blank verse, composed in iambic pentameter. In practice, this meant that his verse was usually unrhymed and consisted of ten syllables to a line, spoken with a stress on every second syllable. The blank verse of his early plays is quite different from that of his later ones. It is often beautiful, but its sentences tend to start, pause, and finish at the end of lines, with the risk of monotony. Once Shakespeare mastered traditional blank verse, he began to interrupt and vary its flow. This technique releases the new power and flexibility of the poetry in plays such as Julius Caesar and Hamlet. Shakespeare uses it, for example, to convey the turmoil in Hamlet's mind:

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting

That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay

Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly—

And prais'd be rashness for it—let us know

Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well...

Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2, 4–8

After Hamlet, Shakespeare varied his poetic style further, particularly in the more emotional passages of the late tragedies. The literary critic A. C. Bradley described this style as "more concentrated, rapid, varied, and, in construction, less regular, not seldom twisted or elliptical". In the last phase of his career, Shakespeare adopted many techniques to achieve these effects. These included run-on lines, irregular pauses and stops, and extreme variations in sentence structure and length. In Macbeth, for example, the language darts from one unrelated metaphor or simile to another: "was the hope drunk/ Wherein you dressed yourself?" (1.7.35–38); "...pity, like a naked new-born babe/ Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd/ Upon the sightless couriers of the air..." (1.7.21–25). The listener is challenged to complete the sense. The late romances, with their shifts in time and surprising turns of plot, inspired a last poetic style in which long and short sentences are set against one another, clauses are piled up, subject and object are reversed, and words are omitted, creating an effect of spontaneity.

Shakespeare combined poetic genius with a practical sense of the theatre. Like all playwrights of the time, he dramatised stories from sources such as Plutarch and Holinshed. He reshaped each plot to create several centres of interest and to show as many sides of a narrative to the audience as possible. This strength of design ensures that a Shakespeare play can survive translation, cutting and wide interpretation without loss to its core drama. As Shakespeare’s mastery grew, he gave his characters clearer and more varied motivations and distinctive patterns of speech. He preserved aspects of his earlier style in the later plays, however. In Shakespeare's late romances, he deliberately returned to a more artificial style, which emphasised the illusion of theatre.

Influence

Shakespeare's work has made a lasting impression on later theatre and literature. In particular, he expanded the dramatic potential of characterisation, plot, language, and genre. Until Romeo and Juliet, for example, romance had not been viewed as a worthy topic for tragedy. Soliloquies had been used mainly to convey information about characters or events; but Shakespeare used them to explore characters' minds. His work heavily influenced later poetry. The Romantic poets attempted to revive Shakespearean verse drama, though with little success. Critic George Steiner described all English verse dramas from Coleridge to Tennyson as "feeble variations on Shakespearean themes."

Shakespeare influenced novelists such as Thomas Hardy, William Faulkner, and Charles Dickens. The American novelist Herman Melville's soliloquies owe much to Shakespeare; his Captain Ahab in Moby-Dick is a classic tragic hero, inspired by King Lear. Scholars have identified 20,000 pieces of music linked to Shakespeare's works. These include two operas by Giuseppe Verdi, Otello and Falstaff, whose critical standing compares with that of the source plays. Shakespeare has also inspired many painters, including the Romantics and the Pre-Raphaelites. The Swiss Romantic artist Henry Fuseli, a friend of William Blake, even translated Macbeth into German. The psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud drew on Shakespearean psychology, in particular that of Hamlet, for his theories of human nature.

In Shakespeare's day, English grammar, spelling and pronunciation were less standardised than they are now, and his use of language helped shape modern English. Samuel Johnson quoted him more often than any other author in his A Dictionary of the English Language, the first serious work of its type. Expressions such as "with bated breath" (Merchant of Venice) and "a foregone conclusion" (Othello) have found their way into everyday English speech.

Critical Reputation

Shakespeare was not revered in his lifetime, but he received his share of praise. In 1598, the cleric and author Francis Meres singled him out from a group of English writers as "the most excellent" in both comedy and tragedy. And the authors of the Parnassus plays at St John's College, Cambridge, numbered him with Chaucer, Gower and Spenser. In the First Folio, Ben Jonson called Shakespeare the "Soul of the age, the applause, delight, the wonder of our stage", though he had remarked elsewhere that "Shakespeare wanted art".

Between the Restoration of the monarchy in 1660 and the end of the 17th century, classical ideas were in vogue. As a result, critics of the time mostly rated Shakespeare below John Fletcher and Ben Jonson. Thomas Rymer, for example, condemned Shakespeare for mixing the comic with the tragic. Nevertheless, poet and critic John Dryden rated Shakespeare highly, saying of Jonson, "I admire him, but I love Shakespeare". For several decades, Rymer's view held sway; but during the 18th century, critics began to respond to Shakespeare on his own terms and acclaim what they termed his natural genius. A series of scholarly editions of his work, notably those of Samuel Johnson in 1765 and Edmond Malone in 1790, added to his growing reputation. By 1800, he was firmly enshrined as the national poet. In the 18th and 19th centuries, his reputation also spread abroad. Among those who championed him were the writers Voltaire, Goethe, Stendhal and Victor Hugo.

During the Romantic era, Shakespeare was praised by the poet and literary philosopher Samuel Taylor Coleridge; and the critic August Wilhelm Schlegel translated his plays in the spirit of German Romanticism. In the 19th century, critical admiration for Shakespeare's genius often bordered on adulation. "That King Shakespeare," the essayist Thomas Carlyle wrote in 1840, "does not he shine, in crowned sovereignty, over us all, as the noblest, gentlest, yet strongest of rallying signs; indestructible". The Victorians produced his plays as lavish spectacles on a grand scale. The playwright and critic George Bernard Shaw mocked the cult of Shakespeare worship as "bardolatry". He claimed that the new naturalism of Ibsen's plays had made Shakespeare obsolete.

The modernist revolution in the arts during the early 20th century, far from discarding Shakespeare, eagerly enlisted his work in the service of the avant-garde. The Expressionists in Germany and the Futurists in Moscow mounted productions of his plays. Marxist playwright and director Bertolt Brecht devised an epic theatre under the influence of Shakespeare. The poet and critic T. S. Eliot argued against Shaw that Shakespeare's "primitiveness" in fact made him truly modern. Eliot, along with G. Wilson Knight and the school of New Criticism, led a movement towards a closer reading of Shakespeare's imagery. In the 1950s, a wave of new critical approaches replaced modernism and paved the way for "post-modern" studies of Shakespeare. By the eighties, Shakespeare studies were open to movements such as structuralism, feminism, New Historicism, African American studies, and queer studies.

Speculation about Shakespeare

Authorship

Main article: Shakespeare authorship question

Around 150 years after Shakespeare's death, doubts began to be expressed about the authorship of the works attributed to him. Proposed alternative candidates include Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, and Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford. Several "group theories" have also been proposed. Only a small minority of academics believe there is reason to question the traditional attribution, but interest in the subject, particularly the Oxfordian theory of Shakespeare authorship, continues into the 21st century.

Religion

Some scholars claim that members of Shakespeare's family were Catholics, at a time when Catholic practice was against the law. Shakespeare's mother, Mary Arden, certainly came from a pious Catholic family. The strongest evidence might be a Catholic statement of faith signed by John Shakespeare, found in 1757 in the rafters of his former house in Henley Street. The document is now lost, however, and scholars differ as to its authenticity. In 1591 the authorities reported that John Shakespeare had missed church "for fear of process for debt", a common Catholic excuse. In 1606 the name of William's daughter Susanna appears on a list of those who failed to attend Easter communion in Stratford. Scholars find evidence both for and against Shakespeare's Catholicism in his plays, but the truth may be impossible to prove either way.

Sexuality

Few details of Shakespeare's sexuality are known. At 18, he married the 26-year-old Anne Hathaway, who was pregnant. Susanna, the first of their three children, was born six months later on 26 May 1583. Over the centuries some readers have posited that Shakespeare's sonnets are autobiographical, and point to them as evidence of his love for a young man. Others read the same passages as the expression of intense friendship rather than sexual love. The 26 so-called "Dark Lady" sonnets, addressed to a married woman, are taken as evidence of heterosexual liaisons.

Portraiture

There is no written description of Shakespeare's physical appearance and no evidence that he ever commissioned a portrait, so the Droeshout engraving, which Ben Jonson approved of as a good likeness, and his Stratford monument provide the best evidence of his appearance. From the 18th century, the desire for authentic Shakespeare portraits fuelled claims that various surviving pictures depicted Shakespeare. That demand also led to the production of several fake portraits, as well as misattributions, repaintings and relabelling of portraits of other people.

William Shakespeare's Published Books:

List of Works

Classification of The Plays

Shakespeare's works include the 36 plays printed in the First Folio of 1623, listed below according to their folio classification as comedies, histories and tragedies. Two plays not included in the First Folio, The Two Noble Kinsmen and Pericles, Prince of Tyre, are now accepted as part of the canon, with scholars agreed that Shakespeare made a major contribution to their composition. No Shakespearean poems were included in the First Folio.

In the late 19th century, Edward Dowden classified four of the late comedies as romances, and though many scholars prefer to call them tragicomedies, his term is often used. These plays and the associated Two Noble Kinsmen are marked with an asterisk (*) below. In 1896, Frederick S. Boas coined the term "problem plays" to describe four plays: All's Well That Ends Well, Measure for Measure, Troilus and Cressida and Hamlet. "Dramas as singular in theme and temper cannot be strictly called comedies or tragedies", he wrote. "We may therefore borrow a convenient phrase from the theatre of today and class them together as Shakespeare's problem plays." The term, much debated and sometimes applied to other plays, remains in use, though Hamlet is definitively classed as a tragedy. The other problem plays are marked below with a double dagger.

Plays thought to be only partly written by Shakespeare are marked with a dagger below. Other works occasionally attributed to him are listed as apocrypha.

Comedies

All's Well That Ends Well
As You Like It
The Comedy of Errors
Love's Labour's Lost
Measure for Measure
The Merchant of Venice
The Merry Wives of Windsor
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Much Ado About Nothing
Pericles, Prince of Tyre
The Taming of the Shrew
The Tempest
Twelfth Night
The Two Gentlemen of Verona
The Two Noble Kinsmen
The Winter's Tale

Poems

Shakespeare's sonnets
Venus and Adonis
The Rape of Lucrece
The Passionate Pilgrim
The Phoenix and the Turtle
A Lover's Complaint

Histories

King John
Richard II
Henry IV, Part 1
Henry IV, Part 2
Henry V
Henry VI, Part 1
Henry VI, Part 2
Henry VI, Part 3
Richard III
Henry VIII

Lost Plays

Love's Labour's Won
The History of Cardenio

Tragedies

Romeo and Juliet
Coriolanus
Titus Andronicus
Timon of Athens
Julius Caesar
Macbeth
Hamlet
Troilus and Cressida
King Lear
Othello
Antony and Cleopatra
Cymbeline

Apocrypha

Arden of Faversham
The Birth of Merlin
Edward III
Locrine
The London Prodigal
The Puritan
The Second Maiden's Tragedy
Sir John Oldcastle
Thomas Lord Cromwell
A Yorkshire Tragedy
Sir Thomas More

Thomas Hardy [ 2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England]

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Thomas Hardy was born June 2, 1840, in the village of Upper Bockhampton, located in Southwestern England. His father was a stone mason and a violinist. His mother enjoyed reading and relating all the folk songs and legends of the region. Between his parents, Hardy gained all the interests that would appear in his novels and his own life: his love for architecture and music, his interest in the lifestyles of the country folk, and his passion for all sorts of literature.

At the age of eight, Hardy began to attend Julia Martin's school in Bockhampton. However, most of his education came from the books he found in Dorchester, the nearby town. He learned French, German, and Latin by teaching himself through these books. At sixteen, Hardy's father apprenticed his son to a local architect, John Hicks. Under Hicks' tutelage, Hardy learned much about architectural drawing and restoring old houses and churches. Hardy loved the apprenticeship because it allowed him to learn the histories of the houses and the families that lived there. Despite his work, Hardy did not forget his academics: in the evenings, Hardy would study with the Greek scholar Horace Moule.

In 1862, Hardy was sent to London to work with the architect Arthur Blomfield. During his five years in London, Hardy immersed himself in the cultural scene by visiting the museums and theaters and studying classic literature. He even began to write his own poetry. Although he did not stay in London, choosing to return to Dorchester as a church restorer, he took his newfound talent for writing to Dorchester as well.

From 1867, Hardy wrote poetry and novels, though the first part of his career was devoted to the novel. At first he published anonymously, but when people became interested in his works, he began to use his own name. Like Dickens, Hardy's novels were published in serial forms in magazines that were popular in both England and America. His first popular novel was Under the Greenwood Tree, published in 1872. The next great novel, Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) was so popular that with the profits, Hardy was able to give up architecture and marry Emma Gifford. Other popular novels followed in quick succession: The Return of the Native (1878), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), The Woodlanders (1887), Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1891), and Jude the Obscure (1895). In addition to these larger works, Hardy published three collections of short stories and five smaller novels, all moderately successful. However, despite the praise Hardy's fiction received, many critics also found his works to be too shocking, especially Tess of the D'Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure. The outcry against Jude was so great that Hardy decided to stop writing novels and return to his first great love, poetry.

Over the years, Hardy had divided his time between his home, Max Gate, in Dorchester and his lodgings in London. In his later years, he remained in Dorchester to focus completely on his poetry. In 1898, he saw his dream of becoming a poet realized with the publication of Wessex Poems. He then turned his attentions to an epic drama in verse, The Dynasts; it was finally completed in 1908. Before his death, he had written over 800 poems, many of them published while he was in his eighties.

By the last two decades of Hardy's life, he had achieved fame as great as Dickens' fame. In 1910, he was awarded the Order of Merit. New readers had also discovered his novels by the publication of the Wessex Editions, the definitive versions of all Hardy's early works. As a result, Max Gate became a literary shrine.

Hardy also found happiness in his personal life. His first wife, Emma, died in 1912. Although their marriage had not been happy, Hardy grieved at her sudden death. In 1914, he married Florence Dugale, and she was extremely devoted to him. After his death, Florence published Hardy's autobiography in two parts under her own name.

After a long and highly successful life, Thomas Hardy died on January 11, 1928, at the age of 87. His ashes were buried in Poets' Corner at Westminster Abbey.

"I Said to Love"

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I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
   All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
   I said to Love.

   I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
   With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
   I said to him.

   I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No faery darts, no cherub air,
   Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine; but features pitiless,
And iron daggers of distress,"
   I said to Love.

   "Depart then, Love! . . .
- Man's race shall end, dost threaten thou?
The age to come the man of now
   Know nothing of? -
We fear not such a threat from thee;
We are too old in apathy!
Mankind shall cease.--So let it be,"
   I said to Love.

Thomas Hardy

A Dream

2012-02-23T08:51:00.000-08:00

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

William Blake

අපේ ආදරේ

2012-02-17T14:12:00.003-08:00

නෙතු තෙමුනා ඔබ මතක් වෙලා
හිත හැඬුවා ඔබ ළඟ නැති නිසා
දුක හිතුනා හිත රිදවලා
ආදරේ හිතුනා ආයෙත් ඔබ සිහිවෙලා

පුන්චි පුන්චි දේවල් වලට කඳුලු පාවෙලා
ගියේ හැමදා හිතේ ආදරේ නිසා
ආ මගේ සොඳුරු සිතුවම් ආයෙත් සිහිවෙලා
හිතින් හැඬුවේ අපි දෙතැනක නිසා

හිතට හොරා සීතලේම හිත පාවෙලා
සිහින කුමාරියගෙ සිහිනෙට හද පේවෙලා
ආදරණීය දවස පුරා සිහින යාවෙලා
දෑ අවුරුදු ඇවිත් ඔබට හිත ආදරේ වෙලා

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

A sweet Heart break

2012-02-17T14:08:00.003-08:00

Some unsung songs
Thrive my heart as I wait
Dim glow of her smile clones
more hatred for me
with what I already hate
the most loving things
I let be by gone
smile at me though I am late
I see, I smile and i feel the gold
hence my senses still pay
homage to your love .....

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

ආදරේට ලියන කවි

2012-02-04T10:57:00.000-08:00

වියලුනු කොල
ලුනු මුසු සුලඟ
නිල පිරුනු දියඹ
පාකරන සුවඳ
හද පිරුනු විලඳ
තවරලා ඈත
පෙනෙන පොඩි හඳට
එවන්නම් හනික
හෙට ආයෙ රෑට

හඳ පේනකොට
ඒ හඳේ පාට පාට
පොඩි හා පැටවුන්ට
කිව්වා කියන්නට
මන් ආදරෙයි ඔයාට

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

ජීවිතේ සරදම් ....

2012-02-02T14:29:00.001-08:00

A world for them all ....

2012-02-02T14:26:00.001-08:00

නෙතු පියාන හිනැහෙන්නම් ....

2012-01-31T15:57:00.000-08:00

White Hair ....

2012-01-31T14:15:00.000-08:00

Is it to say that ;

I am getting old ?

or is it to say

you are different among others

or else is it to say

" I don't care about you "

or to show how intelligent I am ;

Else to tell others

" This is a attention seeker "

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

Time will come ......

2012-01-29T03:13:00.000-08:00

He smiles hence it is his duty

They cheers for all the work done , a beauty

a plastic tray seriously balanced on a hand

The kitchen sink is the final destination to land

why does he want to be so down with what he gets?

A mistake still counts though the other never lets

confusing , heart breaking , lamenting inside

a tiresome hand needs a rest a while

he walks , he walks and smile

they smile , he smiles like a small child

fate does not count on what he does

a time will come for him to stop what he does .....

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

A person from the public ( Acknowledging all the hard working people ) ..

2012-01-27T03:58:00.001-08:00

High mountains of the distinguish phenomena
Have no fountains , a dilemma
legs shiver and heart beats for
never fears though this is not what was asked for

between the day and the afternoon
arises to the occasion like the new moon
on his way he is marooned
but never regrets what he has owned

outspoken words rarely amalgamate
the situations and the tasks he creates
smiling as he speed up life's fate
among the millions isn't he the grate !

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

ඒ හැන්දෑවේ ....

2012-01-27T03:54:00.000-08:00

දවසක් දා ඒ හැන්දෑවේ
පෙර විඳි සුවය පවනේ ඔබ කැන්දාවේ
සීත සමීරේ දෙසවන සුව පෙම් බැන්දාවේ
ඈත වලාවේ අපෙ රුව ඇන්දාවේ

දෙපයට නග්න සීතල සුව දැනුනාවේ
තනිකම තෙරපි තෙරපි මගෙ හිත රිදුනාවේ
ආදර මිහිරි ඔබෙ රුව ඒ රිදුමට බැඳුනාවේ
ලෙන්ගතු ඒ රුව මගෙ දෙනයන වින්දාවේ

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Take me Home ......

2012-01-27T03:46:00.000-08:00

Westerham (Kent, England )

2012-01-23T11:26:00.000-08:00

Oh dear Westerham green

I've been searching you

where have you been ?

In the sonic world

you are the unseen

I did not want to

but now i am keen

though miles to get

what we want

you treat us all , fair

BigginHill is the lovely enchant

Not only me anybody will stare

the unharmed breath you give

I cannot give a measurable value

the mighty sun sparkles

on the lady " Morning Dew "

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

ඉතින් වෙද අනාගතයක් ?

2012-01-22T14:42:00.000-08:00

ඔතා කොලයක බැන වදිමින් දුම් කොලයට
අතේ තැබුවේ පන නැති සිත් පන ගන්නට
රස මුසු තැන් මවමින් උන් හනි හනිකට
පිටකලා උගුරු දෙක තුන දුම් තනිකම මකන්නට

අගුනයක් නෑ කියා උන් බැන්නට
මුන්ට පුලුවන්ද කරුමයක් නොගෙව මග හරින්නට
තමන් රවටමින් තව තව දුම් දැම්මට
හැකිද ගැලවෙන්න උන්ගෙන් එක පිම්මට

දමා දහඩිය හැමදා වැඩ කෙරුවට
තමා ළඟ ඉන්න මිතුරන් රැවටුවට
ඉඳල හිටල තම අනාගතයට බැන්නට
ඉතින් වෙද අනාගතයක් සැබවින් මූට

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

සුබ රාත්‍රියක් ...

2012-01-14T03:50:00.000-08:00

සඳ අහිමි සීතල රෑ

පාලු ලන්ඩන් සුසානයේ

පැය කටු , තත්පර කටු ඉගිලෙත්

මතකයට යමක් නැගේ සැනෙකින්

ගිම්හාන ඇතිරිල්ලෙන් මිදී

සීත යහනට ගොඩ වෙන

මගේ සීතල සිතුවිලි

ඔබේ උනුහුමට ගුලිවේ

ඉතින් ඔබට සුබ රාත්‍රියක්

හෙට හමුවෙන තෙක්

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

A long waited time ....

2012-01-10T12:40:00.000-08:00

In the air which guards the lamenting butterflies
It never showed sympathy for a while
no one can watch how it slowly dies
Pain, triumphant in style
A naked pleasure cherished for unborn
slithering through the deep dark frames
your highness made mad flames
a long way from home he is alone
in the air which guards the soft feathers of larks
you breathe pleasure ; hath he doesn't
a pleasant dream dressed up for Christmas
he is alone waiting for a golden present !

Joel Lennon W.A.D. [ 11/12/2011]

මගෙ ජීවිතේම ඔබ නම් ... | You are my life

2012-01-10T12:21:00.000-08:00

ආදරේ හිතුනා ඔය ඇස් දිහා බලලා
ජීවිතේ පිරුනා පෑ නෙතු සිනා හින්දා
පාළුවෙන් මිදුනා තුන් තිස්පැයක් කවි ලියලා
මගෙ කරගන්න හිතුවා යලි යලිත් සිහිනෙන් දැකලා

දවසක් හමුවෙන්න හිතුනා පෙරදා දුටුව ඒ සිනහ මතක් වීලා
දහස් වරක් අදිමදි කෙරුවා මතකයි ඔබ අහින්සක හින්දා
හමුවී නිමෙශයකින් ආත්ම ගනනක් පුරුදුයි වගේදෝ හිතිලා
සියක් නෙතු වලට රහසේ ආයෙත් ඔබ නෙතඟෙ පහස මන් වින්දා

යෙහෙලියක් විලස කෙමෙන් කෙමෙන් මට ලන්වීලා
දරාගන්න බැරි දුක මන් හින්දා ඔය පුන්චි හිතෙන් විඳලා
ලොකයා සමග උරින් උර මාත් එක්ක ජීවිතේ පොරබදලා
එදා ඉන්දන් අපි ජීවිතේ මෙලෙස ආදරෙන් බැඳිලා

සතුටු සිනහා සමග කඳුලු එකට රස බලලා
ලොවක් දිනන්නට දකින ඒ සිහිනය මාත් එක්ක වින්දා
වචනෙකින් හරි හිත රිදුනාම ඇවිත් ලඟට ආදරෙන් මුව සිපලා
යලි යලිත් මන් ආදරෙන් අපේ මේ ආදරේ වින්දා

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Her Name is kyle

2011-10-02T16:46:00.000-07:00

Walking a mile
with a small file
Hath, she has style
her name is Kyle

her hair is clumsy
She swings ,plumpsy
energetic, quick and bouncy
beautiful, slow and fancy

Early morning walking to the college
to be at the top with knowledge
Evenings to share with all aged
all the lingeries, a black footage

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

අමතක වෙලා වගේ ......

2011-09-13T11:58:00.000-07:00

දෙස්දෙවොලින් තොර ලොවකට
පිය නැගුවා ඇය හොරෙන් හොරෙන්
සීත රටක සීත පහස ඇඳී තිබුනි මනස පුරා
දුටුව නිසා අනාගතය විය සිදුරෙන්
පා තැබුවෝ උස් මනසින්
නොතිබුනත් වත්කම් ඒජන්සියෙ පිහිටෙන්
ලෝබ වෙලා දැනෙන රසට
ලැබෙන මුදලෙ
විකිනෙනා පසු දින සිට
එක අතකින් තව අතකට
නොමසුරු සිතින්
ලැබුවා වැනි හොඳ කල
ජීවිතයට ඇගේ

මුසු උනත් විලඳ සුවඳ
සිල් සුවඳ පිරුනු සිතේ
ආපසු ගනු බැරි බව
ගෙවුනු ජීවිතය
ඇයට අද අමතක වෙලා වගේ

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

එදා ඉඳන් අද වෙනකන්.. මින් මතුවටත් ...

2011-09-07T15:33:00.000-07:00

අපේ ජීවිත වලට කවුරු
කොයි වෙලේ ඇවිත්
අපිව රිද්දනවද
අපිට ආදරේ කරනවද
කියන එක
අපිට තිරනේ කරන්න
අයිතියක් නැහැයි කියල
මට දැනුනේ
ඔයා මගෙ ලොකේට
ආගන්තුකයෙක් වගේ ඇවිත්
මගේ මුලු ජීවිතේම
අයිති කරගත්තම
හිනාවෙන්න දන්නෙ නැති
නපුරු රාස්සයෙක් වගේ
මගේම ලෝකෙක තනිවෙලා
බලාපොරොත්තු නැති වෙලේ
අසරන විදියට
සියක් දෙනා මැද
නතර උන මගෙ ඇස්
පෙර එක දවසක
ආදරේ නිසා
කඳුලින් බරවෙන්න ඇති
ඒ කඳුලු වල
තෙරපුනු සෙනෙහසේ
ගැඹුර ඔය හිතටත්
පෙර එක දවසක
දැනිල තිබ්බ හින්දා
ඒ දවස
මගේ මැල උනු
දෙනෙත් දිහා
ඔයා හොරෙන් බැලුවේ
ඒ හින්ද වෙන්න ඇති
ලොකයාට
තේරුම්ගන්න
අමාරු මගේ සිතුවිලි එක්ක
ආදරෙන් බැඳෙන්න තරමට
අපි සන්සාරෙන් සන්සාරෙට
මේ වගේ හමුවෙමින්
එකට එන්න ඇති

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

දෑස් පියා .....

2011-08-13T14:22:00.000-07:00

මේ දිගන්තයේ හමන
අශීලාචාර සුළඟ
හිත හිරිවට්ටන විට
නුබේ සුවඳ හිත තදකරගෙන
දෑස් පියා
සිල්වත් වෙන්නම්
ඒ ලෙන්ගතු හිතට
ආදරේ නිසා
මියෙනතුරා

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

oh ...

2011-08-10T16:43:00.000-07:00

නිහඬ දෙනයන ,
කතා කරන බස්
ඇහිබැමි තුලින්
යන්න හිතයි මේ
නිමෙශයෙන් මිදී
නිහඬ බැල්මේ
ආයාචනා

දෙබැම ලඟ
කොමල පාන
සුන්දර සිනහා
මනබඳින කෙහෙ රටාවෝ
පාන සිනහා
සලිතකරයි
මා පන්චේන්ද්‍රීය
සිතා ඕ

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Sleeping stars ....

2011-08-07T10:57:00.000-07:00

sleeping stars in the dark sky , i want them so badly dont ask me now " why ?" , they persuade me little by little .. i hate this universe , wel not fully but a kind of a hatred.. i'm used to the most of thier glittering stares.. hell now i know how they feel in the lonely sky, dark , freezing with disco lights... cinematic , isn't it but sleeping stars do drop sweat like me .... they sometimes shout to others like me ..recently i got to know a one .... sleeping and glittering , it does shine .. it does cry i think ... i like it for a great extent i'm feeling the grace of it for a certain extent ...

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

somewhere ....

2011-08-04T16:03:00.000-07:00

May they not see I cry
in the depths of loneliness
faraway somewhere in the sky
when indeed his lips lock yours
remove my image from your eyes

beyond legions and deep sees

let my juvenile love left freezing
seconds and minutes I'm surrendering
not to make you feel
guilty for a one coloured love
lamenting , i have tighten , locked and ordered
my mind not to see you in my dreams

but I cannot stop the heart
with love you boarded
everytime in front of you I release

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

dont ask why ...

2011-07-27T10:06:00.000-07:00

sleeping at night
won't stop this fight
if you can
i guess
it might say this
with delight
you may squeeze
and hit twice
but when
this was heard
you won't try thrice
it awaits
it never dies
for a guilt
oppressed
sometimes it may cry
i know its' odd
but don't ask why
i pray my love
please don't deny ...

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

Red Rose Of Camden

2011-07-26T11:51:00.000-07:00

Oh this red rose of camden

forced me to smile on my way to hendon

A prity face , an innocent in London

order me not to leave her abandoned

When i stare my eye lids strip

her eyes , her fragrance ,

slowly my heart grips

in this summer evening

at the end of my long trip

A feeling is ridiculed

with hand full of images to slip

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

ආදරේට ලියන කතා....

2011-07-13T13:09:00.000-07:00

ම්ම්ම්ම්හ් , ගොඩ කාලෙකට පස්සෙ ආදරේට ලියන කත අලුත් කරන්න හිතුන, ඔයා එක තැනක , මම තව තැනක නේද මගේ නන්ගෝ අපි දෙන්නගෙ හිත් වලට දැනෙන තනිකම වචන වලින් කියන්න බැරි තරම් කියල මන් දන්නවා මගේ රත්තරන් ජීවිතේ අපි ගන්න තීරන අපේ හැඟීම් වලට කොච්චර නම් සමීපවෙලා අපේ හිත්වලට වේදනා දෙනව නේද මගේ නන්ගෝ.. අපා දුක්විඳගෙන මන් මෙහෙ ජීවිතේ ගැට ගහගන්නේ මගෙ පුන්චි කෙල්ලව හැමදාටම මගේ ලඟ තියාගන්නයි.. ඉවසගෙන ඉමු මගෙ ආදරියේ තව ටික දවසක් මෙහෙම... මන් දුවගෙන ඇවිත් ඔයාගෙ පපුවට තුරුල්වෙන දවස වැඩි ඈතක නෑ මගෙ සුදු නන්ගෝ ... එතෙක් ආදරේ මන් .. මේ පාලු නගරය පුරාවට හමන සීත සුලඟටත් වඩා

මානව පරිනාමය...

2011-07-10T05:59:00.000-07:00

ඇය සුදුය
නමුත් මැය කලුය
ඇය ප්‍රතමයෙනුත්
මැය දෙවනුවත්
එකම දුම් රිය මැදිරියට
මැය ඉඳගත්තාය
ඇය කුපිත වූවාය
සති අන්තයේ
එක සිකුරාදාවක
ඇයත්, මැයත්
මාත් එකම තැනක
එක මොහොතක
පරිනත මානව මනසේ
විස්මිත මැවුම් අබියස
ඔවුනොවුන් සිපවැලඳ
නර්තන ලීලා පාන
විලම්බීත රාත්‍රියක
පරිනාමයේ විශිශ්ටයෝ
පාපිශ්ටයෝ මෙන්
ඔබ මොබ හෙලුවෙන්
විලි වසාගත්තෝය...

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Life goes

2011-06-22T10:08:00.000-07:00

They cooked what I had
wrinkles sparkled
unwillingly, unfair
multi functional
true desire
has no option
this is true
he is not a lier
in a corner
on the unconfortable bed
covered with curtains
the privacy
hillarious disaster
their sympathy
no one chose
as this is just
how life goes

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

No Angels ..

2011-06-22T09:24:00.000-07:00

When you beg
on the ground
they may
gather around
it is encouraging
the wisper of their sound
you are not born to ;
but forced now
they do exist
when you become
no more a guest
one can blame
it was theft
but, what if
it was the curse
of what you left
they do exist
when you become
helpless, Accept .....

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

Midnight Dream

2011-05-26T11:45:00.000-07:00

Midnight seems cold

in the arms everything is old

the divider has moulded

the love which was told

eligence in her eyes

i would tell rather

makes my heart cry

inviting me to go further

surviving with a try

makes things become a disaster

flowers cannot buy

the loving spirit , the spell caster

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

Littlefield road { Burnt oak , London }

2011-05-22T08:18:00.000-07:00

you live near edgware
in a small town called
Burnt Oak

with your beauty
you always snare
people who have
long hopes
a community driven
library
at the edge of the
watling avenue
guiding me to the
calm and quit fairy
a perfect place to live
in a pacy city called london
in the otherside
you'll find colindale and Hendon

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

Unedited reality ...

2011-05-15T15:54:00.000-07:00

London is so cold

people going around are sometimes bold

'it's a tough thing to live " i was told

five months have been spent ,

more than twenty to hold

see me with the white chicks

they laugh , they shout useless bricks

pretty lives pretty hell stubborn gigs

they don't care , they are really like white pigs

Joel Lennon W.A.D.

2011-05-14T17:27:00.001-07:00

තනිකර දැමුවෙමි මා මගේ සිත
හනි හනිකට පොඩිකර ගුලිකර දාලා
රිදවීමි ඒ තැලුනු හිත
දමමින් එක උඩ එක
දුර්ගන්ද සිතුවිලි මාලා
සිනහසුනෙමි මම ගැන සිතමින්
මගේ සිත
නොඅඬ්නු මැන යැයි තරවටු කල නියා
අසරනව මග නතරවුනි මගේ සිත
වැලඳ ගන්නට තිබූ මරනය මග දාලා

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

windhaweema ....

2011-05-14T17:11:00.000-07:00

පොදු නොවූ ප්‍රශ්නය...

2011-01-13T05:36:00.000-08:00

නැගිට ලෑස්ති වී
යන්න මග බලා
ඉන්න විට එක සිතින්
සොයගන්නට එක කාසියක්
අවලන්ගු දෙශයක
අවලන්ගු සිහිනයක
ගැති කමේ මහිමෙන්
සෙනෙහෙවන්ත හෝරාවන්
දෑස අබියස
ජය කෙලි නන්වන සඳ
එක ඇමතුමක්
" මල්ලි අද එන්න එපාලු "

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

දැනීම සහ නොදැනීම......

2011-01-11T13:36:00.000-08:00

හිරු නැග එන්නට පමාවෙලා
ගොරෝසු රෙදි පට තුලට වෙලා
එනකන් වෙලාව මගම බලා
පෙරදා හිරු අද පමාවෙලා

ඊයේ වගේම අදත් වෙදෝ
තබන තබන පය බරක් වෙදෝ
හිතන හිතන දෙය වෙනස් වෙදෝ
නැගිට ගන්න තව කලක් යදෝ

හෙමින් සැරේ යන කාලේ මගේ
ගෙදර උන්න නන් පලක් ඇතේ
උන්නු කාලෙ නොදැනුනත් පුතේ
දැනෙන කාලෙ මහ මෙරක් හිසේ

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

දිය උනු සිහින..

2011-01-09T14:36:00.000-08:00

ප්‍රාර්තනා පොදි බැඳගත්

ඒරොප්පෙට හිත දීගත්

ගොඩ යන්නට

වැඩ කරගත්

සීත රටක හිත තනිවෙත්

කියාගන්න කෙන නැතිවෙත්

දන්න වචන දිව පැටලෙත්

කඳුලු ඉනූ නෙතු වේලෙත්

දියවුනු සිහිනෙක සැතපෙත්

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Welcome to london

2010-12-23T05:15:00.000-08:00

I got late
may be it was my fate
stepping on to ul 505
"Welcome we are about to fly"
fastening my seat belt
i sat by the window about to melt
A deep breathe taken inside
good bye my mother
I'm on the ride
it was about eight fourty five
I was tired ending my ride
Got through the border
as it was their order
cleared the baggage
with my hand lagguage
waited for the friend
who came to the journey's end
in a flash inside a van
with files and cans
his boss with his girlfriend
'be qiuet" said my friend
as we stopped at her house
I was the joker , the mickey mouse
we were ordered to make
with snow a snow bear , a fake
on a ground covered with snow
i had no idea , i said " i don't know"
they had fun , i never knew what was snow
soon after the touch somehow I got to know.
he said this is how we have to live
if not like this there are a very few
i looked west as he said this is east
with a sigh I sensed and pain released
i missed things i did abandon
he slowly murmured ' my friend welcome to London"

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

මතකයක මතක

2010-10-30T05:08:00.000-07:00

සැබෑ මිනිසා..| A real human

2010-10-27T20:42:00.000-07:00

ඔබට හැකිනම්
සිනහවකින් පිලිතුරු දෙන්න
සියක් හමුදා
කඳවුරු බැඳ
සිටින විට
සතුරන් ලෙස,
ඔබට හැකිනම්
කෙලින් කතාකරන්න
ඔබට නිගරු කරන
සියක් දෙනා වෙත,
ඔබට හැකිනම්
සිත පුරා ආදරය කරන්න
ඔබට වෛර කරන
සියල්ල හට
ඔබට හැකිනම්
සපුරාලන්න
ඔබ පොරොන්දු වූ
ඒ දස දහස් පොරොන්දු
ඔබත්
සැබෑ මිනිසෙකි

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

if you can answer

with a smile

when hundreds of soldiers

camp around you

as your enemies,

if you can

talk to them straight

to the insultinghundreds.

.if you can

love all the people

from your whole heart

who hate you...

if you can fullfil

all the promises

you promised

you are

a real human ......

කවියෙකුගෙ සිත

2010-10-25T09:47:00.000-07:00

රිදුනත් සිය දහස්වරක්
තම සිත
සිනහවෙන්ම කල් ගෙව්වා
තදකරන් දෙ ඇස්
නොදකිනා විලසට තම දුක
අන් දුක ගැනම කවි ලිව්වා
හඬනා උන්
ආදරය අබියස
ඔහු සනසමින් කල් ගෙව්වා
නැති උනත් අද කෙනෙකු
තම සිත ලඟ
ආදරයටම කවි ලිව්වා....

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

සිහිනය....

2010-10-01T20:01:00.000-07:00

අපි පිය නගන මේ මාවත
ලා රෝස රෝස මල් වලින් සරසලා
මගේ ලඟින් ගමන් කරන
ඔයා වගේ හැඩ වෙලා
වලාකුලු වියන් තනා
විහඟ ගීතයකට
හිරු තනු මුසු වෙලා
පල්ලියේ ගීතිකා හඬට
හිත සතුටින් ඉපිලිලා
හමෝම අපි දිහා බලා ඉද්දී
ඔයා මගේ වෙලා
අපි දෙන්නෙක් නෙමේ දැන්
ආදරය තුල එක්කෙනෙක් වෙලා

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

ආදරයට ලියන කතා....

2010-09-25T08:32:00.000-07:00

අපි දෙන්න මුන ගැහිල මේ මාසෙට මාස අටක් සම්පූර්නයි රත්තරන්. අපි ආපු පාර දිහා ආපහු හැරිල බැලුවොත් කොච්චර නම් සුන්දරද නේද?.. මුලින් හම්බුනු දවසේ අඳුරන්නෙත් නැති නිසා හොරෙන් හොරෙන් බල බල ඇස් වලින් කතා කරපු ඒ පුන්චි කෙල්ල අද මගෙ පපුවට ඔලුව තියාගෙන සනීපෙට නිදි. ජීවිතේ සුන්දරද මෙතරම් කියන රූකාන්ත මහත්තයාගේ සින්දුව මටම ලිව්වාද කියල හිත හිත ඔයාගේ කෙහෙරැලි වලට මගෙ මූන තියාගෙන උතුරා ගලන ආදරය මොහොතකට වින්දා මම

ඊයේ ඉපදුන ලස්සන ලෝකය
අද කොහෙන් හෝ
හෙමිහිට ඇවිදින් මිදුල දිගේ මට
තුරුලු වෙනවාදෝ.....

නිල් නෙතු.....

2010-09-24T07:29:00.000-07:00

ලැබේ නම් මතු දිනක ඔය නිල් නෙතු
තනිවෙලා යැයි සිතූ පෙර දින නිමයි
අතිනත ගන්නාතෙක් මතු දින මා ඔබ සිතු
ජීවිතේ කරදර මැද බෝ දුරයි

කතාවක් කියනා ඔය නිල් නෙතු
මගේ බව නම් මට සැබයි
සියක් කෙනෙහිලි ලැබෙන මුත් අද
දුකක් නෑ ඔබ මගේ ලඟයි

පා කරන මද සිනා ඔය නිල් නෙතු
අනන්තයක් තරමට මට ආදරෙ කරයි
ලැබෙන තෙක් මගෙ ලඟට මින් මතු
අහස තරමට අද පෙරුම්පුරයි

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

My morning splendor ....

2010-09-22T06:13:00.000-07:00

හිම කැට ...

2010-07-17T23:24:00.000-07:00

හිම කැට විසිරෙන සුදු වරුසාවක
සිනිදු සේල අතුරනා රුවේ
එතී ඇදී යන්නට මට ආසයි
අවසරනම් හනි හනික ඔබේ
දේ ඇඟිලි එක්වන සොඳුරු රඟහලක
සිපගත් මතකයි සොඳුරු සිනා
ඇස් පියවෙනකොට උතුරා හැඬුවා
මගෙ හද ඔයාට ආදරෙයි කියා
සැතපෙන්නට සුව ලය මත උනුහුම
බලාන ඉන්නේ මම එදා ඉඳන්
කියන්න ඉවසන්නේ කෝමද කියලා
ආදරේ හිතෙනවා ගොඩාක් ඔයාට රත්තරන්

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Haiku : Love

2010-05-29T09:49:00.000-07:00

Freedom took them high

2010-05-29T09:42:00.000-07:00

කාලාණුරූපී නිශේදකයෝ

2010-05-07T11:07:00.000-07:00

- ගමන -

2010-05-03T20:40:00.000-07:00

මේක ටිකක් වෙනස් විදිහක නිර්මානයක්... පෙම්වතුන් යුවලක් පොදුප්‍රවාහන සේවයක යනකොට , හැමෝම කරනව වගේ මේ පිරිමි ලමයත් තමාගේ පෙම්වතියගෙන් අයුතු දේවල් ලබාගන්න උත්සහයක... මේ ගෑනු ලමයත් තමාගේ පෙම්වතානේ කියල ඉඩදීල බලගෙන ඉන්නව... සම්මතය තුල ලැජ්ජා බය යහමින් අඳුරන නිසා ඇයටන් නිරායාසයෙන් දෙනෙතට කඳුලු උනනවා... ඒ කඳුලු දකින පිරිමි ලමයගේ හිත සැබෑ ආදරයෙන් අවදිවෙනවා...

- Cultivation -

2010-04-30T19:44:00.001-07:00

ආදරයේ නාමයෙන් .......

2010-04-25T00:33:00.000-07:00

හම්ම්ම්....

2010-04-20T19:49:00.000-07:00

හම්ම්ම්.... ඕන්න ගොඩ කාලෙකට පස්සෙ ආයෙත් සැරයක් මගෙ බ්ලොග් එක පැත්තට එන්න මට වාසනාව ලැබුන... ගිය මාර්තු අන්තිමට වගේ මගේ අන්තර්ජාල සම්බන්දතාවයේ ඇතිවෙච්ච ප්‍රශ්නයක් නිසා එන්න බැරි උනා මේ පැත්තෙ... ආයෙත් සැරයක් ඕන්න එහෙනම් වැඩ පටන් ගමු...

මතකේ හසරැල් ....

2010-03-24T20:31:00.000-07:00

මේක මගේ නිර්මානයක් නොවුනත් , මගේ ජීවිතෙත් එක්ක සමීප සිතුවිල්ලක්.... බොහොම හැඟීම් බර පදවැල් සමූහයක් ...

සතුට සොයා...

2010-03-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

හිතක් පපුවක්
නැති උතුමෙක්
ගිනිසිලුවක් සිප
කටපුච්ච ගෙන
ගිලන් වී මතු දිනක
සිහිකරත්
තම ගිනිගත්
හදවත
පෙරදින
තනිවී
මිදීමට ලොබ වී
ආශාවෙන්
පසුතැවෙත්
අවසන්වරට

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

ආදරේට ලියන කවි ..

2010-03-20T07:52:00.000-07:00

හිනැහෙනකොට
ඔය තොල්පෙති
ආසයි මට බලන් ඉන්න
නතර නොකර
කියවනකොට
ආසයි මට අහන් ඉන්න
ලඟට ඇවිත්
දඟ කරද්දි
ආසයි මට අල්ල ගන්න
හදිස්සි ඇයි
රත්තරනේ
චුට්ටක් මගේ
ලඟ රැඳෙන්න...

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Taking care of me ....

2010-03-19T21:24:00.000-07:00

ආදරේට ලියන කවි......

2010-03-18T20:12:00.000-07:00

විරාමයට හිත අකමැති
නොදකින නිසා ඔබ ආයෙත්
ඇවිත් යන්න හිත නැද්දෝ
බලාගන්න රුව ආයෙත්
ලොවට හොරා හමුවෙනකොට
පාට පාට හීන අරන්
බලා ඉන්න හිතෙනව මට
ඔයා දිහා නෙතු නොපියන්
කොනිත්තන්න ආසයි මට
හොරෙන් ඔබේ නෙතු කවුලුපියන්
පුරුද්දටද නතරවෙලා
සන්සාරේ, ලඟට ඇවිත්
පුදුමවෙලා ඇයි බලන්නේ
සත්තයි වෙන නෑ කවුරුත්..

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

I don't like intervals
because I can't wait to see you
Don't you feel the same my love
to see me
when we meet secretly
with thousands of
colourful dreams
I love to look at you
without blinking
I love to pinch your
twinkling eye lids
Is this meant to be
in life after life
why are you surprised?
I promise
there won't be another.

W.A.D. Joel lennon

ආදරේට ලියන කවි .....

2010-03-16T01:48:00.000-07:00

Moon has come to my backyard

she is smiling with me now

If I could i would take her to my arms

to feel her figure

Gosh ! she is just like you ....

හිතට තනියක් නෑ..

2010-03-14T19:54:00.000-07:00

සිතට තනියක් නෑ
ඔබ ලඟ හින්දා

නෙතට තනියක් නෑ
නෙතු ලඟ ඔබෙ රුව මැවෙන හින්දා

ගතට තනියක් නෑ
ඔබෙ සුවඳ මගේ ලඟ රැඳෙන හින්දා

හෙටට තනියක් නෑ
ඔබේ මතකය සදා නොමියන හින්දා...

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

My heart never feels lonely as you are with me

My eyes never feel lonely as your image dances infront of me

My body never feels lonely as your fragrance lingers

My tomorrow will never be lonely as your memory never dies

~ මොඩර්න් ආලය....~

2010-03-12T08:54:00.000-08:00

ආදරයට ලියන කතා...

2010-03-10T09:28:00.000-08:00

ස්කෝලේ ශෝ එකක් තියෙනව කියල මට කියල ඔයා පෙරේදා ගියාම , මට ලොකු පාලුවක් දැනුන... ඒත් ඔයාගේ ආශාව ඒක නිසා මගේ හිතේ ඉපදුන පාලුව ගැන නොහිත ඔයාගේ වැඩේට මන් සුබ පැතුවේ හදවතින්ම. ඒත් අද ආයෙත් ඔයා ගෙදර ඇවිල්ල මට කෙටි පනිසිඩයක් එව්වාම ගොඩාක් සතුටු හිතුනා.. ඒත් ටික වෙලාවකින් ඔයාට සනීප නැහැ කියල කිව්වම මගේ හිතට ලොකු දුක්ක දැනුන... ඉක්මන්ට හොඳ වෙන්න කියල මන් දෙවියන්ට කන්නලව් කලා... ඒ වගේම කවදාවත් නැතුව මගේ හිත අද හවස ඉඳල ගොඩාක් කලබල වෙලා... ඉක්මන්ට සනීප වෙන්න මන් බලන් ඉන්නව ඔයා සනීප වෙලා ආයෙත් මට කතාකරනකන්..

W.A.D. ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

ආදරයට ලියන කතා.....

2010-03-09T02:53:00.000-08:00

හිතට ගලාගෙන එන හැම සිතුවිල්ලක්ම එකින් එක අකුරු කරල අරන්තියල ඔයාට පෙන්නන්න පුලුවන් නම් කොච්චර හොඳද. වෙලාවකට ආදරෙයි මන් කියල මුලු ලෝකෙටම ඇහෙන්න කෑ ගහල කියන්න හිතෙනව.. ඒත් එතකොට මිනුස්සු " මෙන්න මේකට පිස්සු කියල".. ආදරේ වෙනුවෙන් ජීවිතෙන් වන්දි ගෙවපු දේව්දාස්ටත් එහෙනම් පිස්සු ඇති.. ඔයාව හමුවුනු පලවෙනි දවසේ කප්පරක් දුක හිතේ තියාගෙන හිටපු මට මොනව උනාද මමවත් දන්නෙ නෑ.. ආදරේ හරිම පුදුමයි තමයි, නැත්තන් මන් ඔයාගේ අතින් අල්ලපු ගමන් තව තවත් මගේ ලඟට එන්න තරම් මන් ඔයාට හුරුයි කියල ඔයාගේම කටින් අහන්න ලබෙන්නේ නෑ නේ නේද මගේ රත්තරන් ...

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

~ When I lay my love on you ~

2010-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:00

ඇරොබික්ස්....

2010-03-02T00:01:00.000-08:00

A fairy in my hand ....

2010-02-28T19:41:00.000-08:00

Love is a miracle, I told this again and again .. we all feel it from the depths of our heart. I love to love and I love you ......

සක් + ගයිඩ්..

2010-02-28T19:36:00.000-08:00

ලන්කාවේ යතාර්තය මේක තමයි...

අපි හමු උනෙමු

2010-02-16T10:53:00.000-08:00

අනන්තවූ සිතුවිලි අතර
තත්පරයකට අතරමන් උනෙමි
ලස්සන මල්වත්තක
නේක වර්නයන්ගෙන් පිරුණු
අග්‍රගනයේ මල් පිපී තිබුනි
මම මොහොතක් නතර උනෙමි
පින්වන්තයි සිතමින් මගෙ දෑස්
ඔබ මොබ බලන කලට
ඈත වැටක් අද්දර
එක පුන්චි මලක්
පිපී තිබෙනු දුටිමි
ලන් උනෙමි ඒ මල අසලට
දෝතින් රැගෙන වින්ඳෙමි
ඒ මලේ සුවඳ
ආදරය සිතුනි
මට ඒ පුන්චි මල වෙත
ඒත් අසරණ උනෙමි
සිතමින් රිදේවිදෝ
ඒ පුන්චි සිත..

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

~ කටගැස්ම...~

2010-02-08T00:17:00.001-08:00

මේක උපහාසාත්මකයි කියල කෙනෙක්ට හිතෙන්න පුලුවන් , ඔව් ඒක ඇත්ත.. ඒත් මේකෙන් අපෙ ස්ත්‍රී පරාණ වලට හිතන්න යමක් දෙන්නයි උත්සහ කලේ.. විශේශයෙන් මොඩර්න් කට්ටියට..

වසන්තයේ එක දවසක් ...

2010-02-07T06:37:00.000-08:00

පැතු මග වෙන්ස වෙලා
සිතුවිලි ආයෙත් එක් වෙලා
සෙනෙහස විඳගන්න සිත් පුරා
ඉදිමි ආයෙත් මග බලා

ආදරයට ආයෙත් කැපවෙලා
සන්සාරෙ පැතූ ලෙසට ඔබව හමුවෙලා
කාලයක් තිස්සෙ විඳවු සිත ඔබට පේවෙලා
පුජනීය ආදරයට ආදරය වෙලා

කියාගන්න බැරිතරමට ආදරය සිතුනී
දරාගන්න බැරිතරමට සෙනෙහස වැඩුනී
ලියාගන්න බැරි තරමට කවිපද බැදුනී
හිතපුරා විඳගන්න ඔබෙ ආලය ලැබුනී

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

ආදරයට ලියන කතා....

2010-02-06T09:03:00.000-08:00

සීතල සුලඟත් එක්ක එකතුවෙලා එන්න ආසයි මට ඔයා ලඟට.. අර ඈත පේන කඳු අතරින් ඇවිදින් , මගේ පුන්චි කුමාරිහාමිව අරගෙන යන්න මගේ හිත හැමතිස්සෙම මට බලකරනවා.... මතක් වෙන මතක් වෙන වාරයක් වාරයක් ගානේ දුරකතනයෙන් හරි කියන්න ආසයි මන් ඔයට කොච්චර ආදරේද කියල. මන් දන්නව මගේ කටින් මේ වචන අහන්න කොච්චර ආසද කියල, .. ඉතින් කොමද මන් ලෝකෙට කෑ ගහල කියන්නේ ආදරේ කොච්චර සුන්දරද කියල.... කියන්න මට.. මන් කෝමද ඔයාට කියන්නේ මේක?.. මතකද ආදරයෙන් පැරදිල මන් කඩාගෙන වැටුන වෙලාවේ මන් ලඟට වෙලා ඔයා දුන්න අවවාද..පුන්චි උනත් මට වඩා වයසින්, ඒ පැහිච්ච වචන කොච්චරනම් මිහිරිද..

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

` කඳුලට නිවනක් නැහැ...`

2010-02-05T21:16:00.000-08:00

මේක මගේ අත්දැකීමක් නම් නෙමේ.. ඒත් මගේ හිතට ආපු සන්කල්පනාවක්. කතෝලිකයෙක්ගෙ රාමුවේ ඉඳගෙන පන්සල කියන පූජනීය ස්තානය තුල ආදරවන්තයක් අත්දැක්ක එක හැඟීමක් විස්තර කරන්න උත්සහ කලා.

~පිස්සෙක්ගේ කතාවක්..~

2010-02-05T09:03:00.000-08:00

උදේට නැගිට්ටම " අහකට වෙයන් පිස්සො අපිට කඩේ අරින්න" කියල මුදලාලිගෙ ගෝලය කෑ ගහනව. උදෙන්ම වීදුරුවකට වක්කරගෙන මුදලාලි මොනවදෝ බොනව. ගෝලය පෙට්ටියක් වගේ එකක් අතේ තියාගෙන තනියම හිනාවෙනව.. හිටපු ගමන් අඬන්න වගේ යනවා. කඩේට එන මැගියව දැකල මුදලාලි දෙකට තුනට ඇබරෙනව. බැඳල ලමයි පහක් විතර ඉන්න මුදලාලිය " අපි පැනල යමු මැගියෝ" කියනකොට මට බකස් ගාලා හිනා යනවා. ඔක ඇහිච්ච ගමන් මුදලාලි " මේකට පිස්සු තදවෙලාද කොහෙදො " කියල මට කෑ ගහනව...

ආදරයට ලියන කතා....

2010-02-04T04:32:00.000-08:00

මගේ පුන්චි කෙල්ල එක්ක එක මොහොතක් තනි උනාම මට හැඟෙන දේවල් මන් කෝමද ඔයාට විස්තර කරන්නේ..?, මට කියන්න මන් කෝමද විස්තර කරන්නේ? මේ විශ්වය පුරා ඇවිදල ඇවිදල මහන්සිවෙච්ච ආගන්තුක මනුස්සයෙක්ව තමන්ගේම කරගෙන හිත පුරා ආදරය කරන පුන්චි දේවතාවිය කවදාවත් ඇහැව්වෙ නැහැ ඒ ආගන්තුකයගෙන් " ඔයා මට ආදරෙයිද?" කියල... එච්චරටම ඒ ආහන්තුකයාව හුරු පුරුදුයි වගේ... මාව හොයගෙන ඇවිදින්, මගේ හිත ලඟ කෝල කතා දිගාරින මගේ අප්සරාවියට ආදරෙයි මන්....

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

~ හීන කතාව 2 ~

2010-02-03T23:21:00.000-08:00

නිල් පාටට දිලිහෙන
නිල් අහස දිහා බලාගෙන
එක මොහොතකට
මන් කොච්චර නිදහස්
මනුස්සයෙක්ද
කියල හිතුනා
වෙරල දිගේ
මගේ පැත්තට එන
ලස්සන ගෑනු ලමයෙක් දැක්කම
අර පේන අහසෙ
පුන්චි වලාකුලක් උඩ
අපි දෙන්නට ගෙයක් හදාගන්න
ඇත්නම් කියල
බොහොම සුන්දර සිතුවිල්ලක්
ඉබේටම ගලාගෙන ආව..
ඒත් තතපරයකින්
" පිස්සුද යකෝ අහස දිහා බලගෙන ඉන්නේ"

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

~ පුන්චි හුරතලී..... ~

2010-02-03T03:32:00.000-08:00

මන් කවදාවත් හිතුවේ නෑ
ඔයාව මට ලැබෙයි කියල
ජීවිතේ ගොඩාක් දේවල්
මගෙන් ඈත්වෙනකොට
පුන්චි මුවැත්තියක් වගේ
මන් ලගට වෙලා
ඔයා ආදරෙන් හිනාවෙනකොට
ප්‍රශ්න කොච්චර
ආවත්
ඒ හැම ප්‍රශ්නයක්ම
අමතක කරල
ඔය සුදු මූන දිහා
බලන් ඉන්න ආසයි මන්
හුරතලෙන් ඔයා කියවන
ආදරය පිරුනු වචන
ආසයි අහන්න හැමදාම
ආදරයේ නාමයෙන්

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

ආදරයට ලියන කතා....

2010-02-03T00:22:00.000-08:00

හිතන්න දේවල් ගොඩාක් ඉතුරු වෙලා තියෙද්දිත්
ඔයාට ආදරේ කරන්න හිතුන එක ගැන මටම පුදුමයි.
එදා දැකපු අහින්සක කම.. තාමත් ඔය ලඟ තියෙනව දැක්කාම
මට ගොඩාක් ලෝබ හිතුන... දෙවියනේ මේ කෙල්ල මට මේ මොකද කරල තියෙන්නෙ?... අදහාගන්න බැරි විදියට මන් ආයෙත් ආදරේ කරනව...
ඔව්.පුන්චි කෙල්ලකට.. මගෙ හිත ඇදිල ගිහින්, සිත පුරා උතුරන ආදරයක් ඒ කෙලිපොඩිත්තට මගේ හිතේ තියෙනව..ආදරෙට ආදරෙයි අපි හැමෝම..

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

~ හීන කතාව 1~

2010-01-20T04:40:00.000-08:00

ඇය මා සිපගත්තාය
මමද ආදරෙන් ඇය සිපගතිමි
අපි බොහෝ වේලා කතා කලෙමු
අපි බොහෝ වේලා ලන්ව
ආදරයේ උනුහුම වින්දෙමු
සිතට දැනුන සතුට උතුර යන්න
ආසන්න විට..
" නැගිටපන් යකෝ...
දැන් 4තරත් පහුවෙලා"

W.A.D. Joel Lennon

~ඇයි කලේ ? ~

2010-01-19T09:56:00.000-08:00

අලුත් ආරම්බයකට
හිත අර අදිනකොට
නුබ ලඟ නැති නිසා
විශ්වාසය මට තිත්ත වෙලා
බොරුවට අඬපු නුබේ ඇස්
මතක් වෙනකොට
තවම මගේ ඇස් වලට
ඉබේටම කඳුලු
එනතරමට
මොඩ හිත මගේ
නුබට ගොඩක් අදරේ කරල වගේ
මේ ලොකේ ආදරය කලාම
දුක විතරක් නම් ඉතුරු වෙන්නෙ
ඇයි ම්ම මෙච්චර නුබට ආදරෙ කලේ ?

A new beginning awaits at my doorstep
you were with me but now you are not
I believe no trust
I believe no tears
but whenever you come across
tears come is a flash
I might have loved you
loved you alot
but now things have changed
want to love again
as I love to live with love ....

~ දිනක ~

2010-01-17T00:39:00.000-08:00

ඔබට ආදරෙ හිතෙන තරමට මගෙ හිත ලඟට අවිත් දඟකරනකොට... මන් කෝමද ඔයාගැන නොහිතා ඉන්නේ.... කියන්න මට ...

~ To the present Sri Lanka ~

2010-01-10T10:20:00.000-08:00

This may not favour u people who just stay as stupids when your motherland is sinking..

~ දිනක.... ~

2010-01-08T04:49:00.000-08:00

දිනක මම වරුවක් පමන ඔබ එනතෙක් පන්තිය අසලට වී සිටියෙමි . දහසක් පැතුමන් හදේ සඟවාගෙන.. ලොකයාගෙ වපර ඇස් වලට බිය නොවී ම්ම නිසොල්මනේ හිටගෙන සිටියෙමි.. ඔබ මොහොතකින් ආවේය.. මම අව්යාජව සිනාසුනෙමි, ඔබද සිනාසුනා මතකය.. එහෙත් මොහොතකට මවාගත් සිනාව අව්යාජ නොවූයේ ඇයි දැයි මම තවම කල්පනා කරන්නෙමි...

මා මෙසේ පවසන්නේ ඇයි දැයි ඔබට සිතෙනු ඇත. එයට හෙතුවක් ඇති බව ඔබ දන්න නමුත්, ලොකයා එය නොදනී.. හෙතුව.. පසුවට පවසනු පිනිස, කුතුහලයක් ලොකයා අබියස නතරකර නික්ම යමි

2010-01-03T18:43:00.000-08:00

Loneliness is a strange feeling I always undergo in different different situations. it doesn't matter what the situation is , loneliness has always got soemething to share with me

~ දෙවියො මන් කියපු දේ අහල.... ~

2010-01-03T18:39:00.000-08:00

~Her lullabies~

2009-12-31T03:10:00.000-08:00

~ Did he die ? ~

2009-12-21T13:02:00.000-08:00

2009-12-20T04:57:00.000-08:00

ලියා හසුන් පත් තැන තැන හන්ගාපු
ගලා බොඳව යයි මේ ඇස්දෙකෙන් තෙමු
වලකුලට රෑ සඳ නැවිත් ඉඳපු
එකම දවස අද විතරද මගෙ දෙව්දූ

අවාසනාවට රෝස මලක් පරවී
හඬාවැටෙන්නට උනු කඳුලක් වැලපේ
දරාගන්න බැරි තරමට ආදරේ
ඔයා රත්තරන වරදක් කලා නොවේ ...

~ ආදරෙයි වස්තුවේ.......~

2009-12-07T19:06:00.000-08:00

~ The Sniper ~

2009-11-26T01:46:00.000-08:00

this rank in the military forces is my favourite ..... hmmmm isn't this how he does his work ?...

~ Ode to a Lover ~

2009-11-21T20:34:00.000-08:00

the realistic nature of love ... sometimes somehow this thing can happen to a boy or a girl who is in love. I used the style "ode" which is a poem written in longer verses ...

~ Rain ~

2009-11-20T07:58:00.000-08:00

rain can reach lot of places..... its amazing how it acts... how it dances....

~රගහල අසල ~

2009-11-13T09:20:00.000-08:00

හැගුම්බර හිතට

විඩාබර කවිපේලි

එකින් එක ලන්කරල

නුබේ සිනහවට වහවැටි

සිනිදු වලාකුලු වල

හැපී හැපී

ජීවිතයේ මිහිර විදි හැටි

හරි පුදුමයි

ආශාවන් පොදිබැදගෙන

අලුත ගෙනා මනමාලි එක්ක

කල්පයක්වන් ආදරයක්

බෙදාගත් හැටි

තවම මතකයි

වැහැරුණු ගතට

සවියක් නැති උනත්

එදා ආල සිතම

අදත් කෝල වෙලා

නුබ එනතුරු රගහල අසල

පොපියයි

නග්න දෙපා වලට

හැපී හැපී, උස්සපත්තු

පැලදගත් නෝනලා

පිලිකුල් ලෙස බැලුවත්

උන් එක්ක එන මහත්තුරු

සැරෙන් සැරෙ රැව්වත්

එදා වගෙ අද

නුබ මේ ශාලාවෙ නැ

විගඩම් ඇදගත්තු

සව්දම් ජෙමාලා

රාගය අවුස්සන

අශීලාචාර ලියන්

කැඩපතක් ඉදිරියේ තියා

පිටපත් කලා වැනි

උන්ගෙ බහුබූත සින්දු

නුබ මැරිලලු

එහෙමයි උන් කියන්නෙ

ඒත් මම

නුබ එනකම් තාමත්

එදාවගෙම අදත්

විලම්ඹීත සිතැතිව

රගහල අසලයි .....

ජෝඑල් ලෙනන්

Tracks ....

2009-11-13T07:56:00.000-08:00

Hmmm.. parallel desires... some times we meet lovers like this ..if not we sometimes meet people like these. people who have conflicting attitudes . people who do not express their feelings clearly .. hidden characters etc.

When you feel bored .......

2009-11-01T18:15:00.000-08:00

This was written a long ago. actually this was written when I started my love with her ... but still this is one of my favourites ....

අසරණ විනිද ?

2009-10-29T00:49:00.000-07:00

සන්තාපයේ ඇල්ලුනු මොහොතක ලියවුනු කවියක් මෙක