Free Verse - Poetry - 8 entries - By Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva

Written By: Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva

Category: Poetry

Competition: Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026

Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva, a lecturer at the English Language Teaching Unit of Horizon Campus, Sri Lanka, has shared a deeply personal collection titled "Free Verse - Poetry - 8 entries" for the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. This collection is a compelling exploration of human emotions, relationships, and self-discovery. Each entry delves into the nuances of longing, love, and introspection, inviting readers to reflect on the complex tapestry of human connections and personal growth.

About the Work

The poems by Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva are rich with vivid imagery and emotional depth. They traverse themes of love, longing, and the quest for understanding, all woven through a free verse style that flows with an organic rhythm and raw honesty. The collection captures the essence of yearning for connection and the solace found in introspection, creating a tapestry of emotions that resonate deeply with the reader.

Free Verse - Poetry - 8 entries

Original Submission by Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva

Hashtag Kalakar

Global Poetry & Creative Writing Competition

Poetry

Free Verse

Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva

Lecturer, English Language Teaching Unit, Horizon Campus, Malabe, Sri Lanka

byruwanpura@gmail.com

077 645 7134

Entry 1

please, dear god

let me make a home of my own

let someone finally bring me home

let me let someone finally lead me home

let someone else ask me how I am

let them know if I'm okay

let them also know if I'm not okay

let them do little great things for me

let them read poetry to me

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let them write poetry for me

let them teach me what a hug is

because I've never known

i still don't

let them tell me I'm enough

let them tell me that they accept all parts of me

let them listen to me talk for hours and not be bored

let them talk to me for hours while I listen with my heart in my eyes

let them point out the hues of the sunsets for me

let them show me the light within a star filled dark sky

let them tell me that songs remind them of me

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let them sing for me

let them tell me how much they love children

let them tell me that they want a future with me

let them tell me how they'll read to our kids every night

let them tell me how they'll teach our kids to be good , good humans , above all

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let them tell me how they hope our kids will be the balance of both our goodness

let them take me to the museums

let them take me to the movies

let them tell me I'm a piece of art myself

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let them draw me , with my flaws and all

let them drag me out to just watch the rain

let them remind me to slow my fast brain and just smell the rain

let them write our names on a fog covered window pane

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let them ask me if I want to go out and dance in the rain

let them finally capture me , the real me in a picture , like I have done of countless others

let them look at the picture , smile , and say 'you're so beautiful'

let them keep looking at it

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

let me see them looking at it and realize that finally someone truly sees me

let them be careful with my heart

let them not want to hurt me like everyone else

let them want to gently pull down my walls

let them want all of me

let them tell me my goodness and also my weaknesses

let them teach me to be better

or, if I'm not asking for too much,

please, let them understand me

please, dear god

let me be loved

above all , let me be understood

let me be seen

let someone finally choose me

let me make a home of my own.

Entry 2

the other day

my friend asked me

if I have a crush,

a new fancy ,

someone I like ,

i couldn't think of a single person ,

i never fell for anyone after you ,

i am not attracted to anyone anymore

when I heard that

"approximately 17.6% people

will walk away from the love of their life ",

i stopped .

it had me reeling .

i love statistics .

i love facts.

this is one fact I can't move on from.

i want it to be inaccurate.

it made me think of you ,

and many others

who came to my life like a tornado ,

tilted all the axes,

gave me a little pinch of magic ,

and left .

it's got me thinking ,

did they never leave ?

was I the one that gave up ?

did I decide to stop ?

did I decide the odds weren't worth it ?

i blame you for not choosing me

should I have chosen you ?

should I not have let you walk away ?

oh , it's got me reeling .

they say some people

go through an entire lifetime

not finding the love of their life ,

what if I met mine ?

what if I was the one lucky person who met more than one ?

what if you were the one ?

what if there won't be another one again in this lifetime?

what do I do with all this ?

Entry 3

you can't have been a happy coincidence

i can't wrap my head around that

now that I think about it

everything around me and and within me seems to have been preparing for your arrival

my very own spring shower

i had slowly begun to let people in

i was starting to glow in my skin

i was starting to be loud and open about my love for my special people

i was falling in love with my smile

i was starting to see myself in mirrors and love what I saw

i was starting to believe that I deserved magic and it was on its way to me

i was more free , expressive , loud , lithe , unhinged , not careful , wild , weird , unburdened

and on a random day you come and tilted my world off its axis

there's no way that you are suddenly in my life

all the gods and goddesses above would've had a hand in this

the universe must've realigned itself for this

a thousand hearts that genuinely love me would've prayed for this

we might've been in love in a thousand other lifetimes

we must be together in some sense in every other form of reality and existence there is

there's no way that this starburst just happened

i must've loved you a thousand lifetimes before, in a thousand other realities - there's no way I love you this much already.

there's no way I'm a thousand percent sure that I'll love you even more in the tomorrows.

Entry 4

i always thought you found someone else after me.

i thought you were happy with her.

but , you weren't?

all this time ?

and i never knew ?

and, now, suddenly there's another "her".

and this "her" is someone I know ?

the same "her" I used to call a kindred spirit ?

and how is it that every nerve within me knew about you two before you told anyone?

please, there's no jealousy in me.

there's no pain in me .

there's no anger in me .

but, she never told me she was falling for you .

what has got me even lightly bothered is that - that "her" is exactly me in a slightly different body.

how is it that you and I never worked out ?

but, you two are perfect ?

the brain is telling me it was just about the wrong timing.

but, the me ,

the me that hates me ,

is telling me that it was all my fault .

i simply wasn't worth it .

Entry 5

my love ,

at the first flicker of consciousness at dawn,

you're my first thought.

and at my last, after a long day , you're my first thought.

i wake up in your arms ,

in a state of sleep and awake ,

and you are there,

cradling me ,

hugging me tight ,

gently brushing my hair with your strong hands ,

soothing my tired body all over in soft strokes

every time you turn around and wiggle in bed ,

you leave soft kisses all over my face,

loving me in all my states

in my dreams, you're doing even more

we're in our dream car ,

walking around our dream home ,

or somewhere in the high skies chasing butterrfiles

you're in my beautiful dreams ,

and when I wake up, you're in my reality,

a reality sweeter than all the dreams

you nourish me ,

take care of me ,

know everything about me ,

remember every little point ,

you remember the smallest things

you make me feel like a baby ,

safe and small in your arms.

you make me feel like a queen ,

crowned and chosen.

you lead me to glory everyday

in my dreams , you're the star

in my half-asleep world , you're the star

and in my reality , the life better than dreams - you're the star

just thought you should know

my life began with you

Entry 6

watching this same moon,

i used to pray for you.

in a big carved bed,

in a room i had made my entire world.

on moonlit nights,

i would leave the windows open,

stare at the moon,

and sit with the gentle wind.

i used to pray for you.

i didn't know it'd be you.

i never thought i' d be loved this way.

and now,

we're watching that same moon. together.

after a slow weekend,

where you were with me throughout,

we ate good food,

wandered beneath lights and soft winds,

made meals together,

reset ourselves for the week ahead,

had hours to roll around in bed,

to sleep, to rest,

and more.

now we're lying together.

the room is cold.

we're tucked beneath blankets.

you're wrapped around me from behind.

you pull back the curtain and point to the full moon.

you tell me I look beautiful in its light.

i hold you tighter.

your hands wander slowly, learning me by heart.

your fingertips trace quiet circles, like ripples across still water.

you kiss your way across me,

leave small crescents of affection

along skin you've come to know so well.

little by little,

you draw music from me.

soft notes,

then sweeter ones.

I whisper.

I hum.

almost like a prayer.

almost like meditation.

a gentle reaching for the deepest part of myself,

where peace and pleasure speak the same language.

i tell you that your gifted hands play me like your cello,

finding melodies I never knew I carried.

and still, you keep drawing them out.

held safely in your embrace, beneath the moon,

I rise to my brightest note.

it feels peaceful.

like coming home.

we whisper

I love you.

the room is quiet.

our hearts are full.

happy, content,

grateful for this humble, beautiful life we've built together.

watching this same moon,

I once prayed for you.

I never expected life to be this good.

yet here I am.

every prayer answered,

though not in any way I imagined.

you,

you are all my prayers answered.

Entry 7

i hate moving things

from the place i find them in

i hate when the cups aren't facing each other

i hate when the toothbrushes are facing away

i hate when I slip and scatter the stones that were always together

i hate tearing the pages bound together

i hate when I disturb the little line of ants walking to the sugar

i hate to have to walk between two people holding hands

i hate to have to move around the little rocks that were together since the ancient times

i hate to pick the new buds , what if I just nipped their new fresh start ?

i hate to take out the wilting plant , what if it's neighbor was helping it heal ?

I hate moving things around

i hate moving things

from the place I find them in

who am I to change things from the way they were meant to be ?

i don't want to play god even for one second

i don't want to control someone's fate

i'd never want someone else to go through what I did

Entry 8

i'm at peace.

i'm happy.

i'm growing.

but , the words are lost in me.

the poetry is no longer pouring out from me.

i'm so mad.

because it takes only one glimpse of you,

the old you,

that reminds me that you still exist.

though not with me ,

you still exist.

i'm so mad,

that it takes only the memory of the life that I lost

to open the gates on the words.

i'm so mad,

that after all this time,

it's still you ,

only you,

that can coax the poetry out of me.

oh , how i loved you and lost you.

About the Competition

The Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026 by Hashtag Kalakar is a prestigious event celebrating the myriad forms of creative expression. This competition is a platform for poets and writers worldwide to showcase their literary creations, fostering a global community of creative minds. It aims to encourage and recognize the unique voices and stories of participants from diverse backgrounds.

We extend our heartfelt thanks to Binuri Yasara Ruwanpura De Silva for her poignant contribution, "Free Verse - Poetry - 8 entries," to the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. Her exploration of human emotions and relationships is both moving and thought-provoking. We appreciate her sharing such personal reflections and look forward to seeing her continued contributions to the world of poetry and creative writing.

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