Energy, enthusiasm, and love —
all were loud once.
The same footpath I walk today
has felt my steps before.
Back then, my skin tingled
from the chill — and from safety.
Now the tingle lives deeper,
in my heart and soul.
It wasn’t the cold that stirred me —
it was the memories.
The white wall,
the pink lotus,
the green lake,
even the brown-uniformed police —
Nothing have changed.
Now everything feels cleaner, calmer, kinder.
Twenty years have passed,
yet the feeling keeps evolving,
like a song that never quite explains itself.
Then — the future was unknown.
Now — the future makes no sense.
And in between, there’s me —
with my memories- known to me only,
Like a flash of light
Strikes through the darkness .
Sikaran
19. 10 2025
Kandy
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