"මන් දැක්ක ලස්සනම හුස්මටත් රතු වෙන කන් පෙති තියෙන්නෙ උබට බන්. අනිත් දේ තමයි උබේ ඔය ඇස්. දැකලා තියෙනවද අයිස් උඩට ඉර එලිය වැටුනම ඒවා දිලිසෙන විදිය? අන්න ඒවගේ තමයි දැන් උබේ ඔය ඇස් දෙකෙත් පෙනුම. ඒවට පුලුවන් මනුස්සයෙක්ට යන එන මන් නැති කරන්න." -ආරව් අද්වික් විශාල් රොද්‍රිගු- One track. Two bikes. A thousand secrets. When the adrenaline fades and the lights go down, the masks come off.❤️‍🔥 The Racing Hearts Cipher_Soul

This book is for anyone who knows that life isn't just about the big moments. It's for when you look at an old photo and it feels a little too real, or when a simple conversation changes everything. ​These poems are a way to find a story in the silence, to see your scars as proof of survival, and to find beauty in the most ordinary things. ​From a quiet moment in a crowded stadium to a whole new world that begins with a key, this collection is about looking at the things we miss and finding the truth that was there all along. #Shortys2025 #poetry Penned by; _SOA_25

✨️Feel every heartbeat between the lines.✨️ Threads of the Heart is a tapestry of emotions, stories, and truths. From forgotten souls to moments of pure happiness, every poem listens, remembers, and speaks the language of the human heart. ♥️💫 Welcome to Threads of the Heart💖!!! #Ambys2025Entrant #Ambys2025R2Qualifier

In the bustling halls of their A/L school, two boys from opposite worlds are paired together for a charity badminton tournament. One lives by rules, schedules, and order. The other thrives in unpredictability and chaos. As they navigate practices, competitions, and the delicate dance of friendship, laughter, and quiet moments, the line between rivalry and something more begins to blur. Amidst the chaos of the game and the rhythm of everyday life, will they discover that sometimes the most unexpected pairings can teach the heart to bloom? Let's see....

From araliya's fall to lotus's bloom, their love crossed lifetimes to find the same room. In Kandy's mist, two souls unite, with blessings, with laughter, beneath warm light. This time, no tears....only petals that stay, for love has returned, and it's here to stay. 🪷

In the mist-wrapped hills of Kandy, love bloomed where it had no permission to grow. A Catholic girl with calloused hands from helping her mother sew, and a smile that refused to follow rules. A Buddhist boy, heir to a manor, taught to carry the weight of ancestors on his shoulders and never let it slip. Between the temple bell and the church hymn, their paths met under the falling scent of the araliya flower. They spoke in small moments.... "A calm, magical, and tragic poetic narrative about love, faith, and the flower that outlived them both"....

Some flowers don't bloom twice. Some love does...🌸