Owl Poetry & Prose

Privileged. That’s what you are. If you have someone cook for you, prep your clothes, do the laundry, arrange your house and clean it,...

Today’s bus ride was nostalgic. I remembered the days after school and uni, clutching onto a handrail and keeping my bag close to me...

Have you heard that silence? When people at home leave, go away, never return That absolute emptiness A chasm which radio tunes fill temporarily...

Corona finally decided to visit me with a stint. It was honestly a curse to find out that I was positive. My viral load...

“She probably can’t afford a home in Colombo” You mean me? Yes, I can’t afford a home in Colombo. But my family did. For...

Lyra was sitting at the bar sipping a Kir Royale and just enjoying the ambience of the place. It was nice to finally get...

She walked into the crowded drawing room, tugging on her dress so that the slit would be where it was supposed to be –...

The smell of tomato sauce frying wafted upto my nose as I walked by. It was the sauce for a stir fry for some...

I laughed Because it was funny – apparently I somehow failed to grasp the total humour in it Yet I laughed almost automatically Expectedly...

“Ms. Bots, why are you a Ms?” Lila turned around. “You mean why am I not a man?” she asked with a grin. “Er,...