The Price of Words &
The Weight of Blood
In languages woven with art and grace,
You speak, you charm, you captivate space.
But if your words, with venom, bring death,
If they steal away a single breath—
If your eloquence breeds such tragic despair,
If the blood of the innocent stains the air,
I cannot, I will not, call you human, true—
For a heart that kills has lost its hue.
Those who kill with intellect's sharp blade,
Whose words like daggers are finely made,
I’ll never bow to such a cruel mind,
For in their wake, only ruin I find.
Behind the words, behind the page,
Lies violence that fuels this bitter rage.
They speak, but they don’t hear the cries,
Of those who suffer, of souls that die.
For those who erased the Tamil's light,
Who plunged them into endless night,
Your names I will not whisper with pride,
For you are the reason many died.
And those who stand and sing your song,
Praising the bloodshed all along,
Will never see the pain they bring,
For their hearts are broken, unfeeling.
My heart is shattered for every soul,
For those who paid the ultimate toll.
And the tears, they fall without end,
For those who were lost, for those who bend.
In every tear that wets my face,
I feel the sorrow, I feel the trace,
Of lives that were taken far too soon,
Under the indifferent, cold, cruel moon.
For you who speak with grace, with might,
If your words cost a life, or dimmed a light,
Know this: I will never, ever see,
A poet, a scholar, a killer, like thee.
Nila Bala
20/03/2025
18:14
United Kingdom
What a Beautiful World...!!!
What a beautiful world that surrounds me,
Once, many stood, their spirits bold, their hearts so free.
They gave their lives, they gave their soul,
For Tamil Eelam, a dream, a goal.
Every breath they took was a silent prayer,
Promises whispered in the midnight air.
They vowed to die, for a cause they knew,
Yet in their hearts, the fire only grew.
But after the dawn of the year 2000’s light,
The world shifted, the day turned night.
196 nations, in unison they stood,
Unchanged by the pain, unmoved by the blood.
What a surprise, the betrayal so deep,
When nations once foes now silently weep.
Pakistan, India, Russia, and more,
Joined hands, closing the very door.
Palestine, Israel, and America, too,
Labeled us "terrorists," with no clue.
What had we done but fight for our right?
To live in peace, to end the night?
As Eelam Tamils, we were meant to see,
The changing tides, the shifting sea.
Yet we faltered, we hesitated, unsure,
Caught in silence, with a heart insecure.
How many souls were buried in that soil,
With their dreams crushed by an endless toil?
How many gave their all, lost in vain,
Their sacrifice drowned in a sea of pain?
Those who escaped now stand and say,
“We support Tamil Eelam” every day.
But what’s the cost when we’re called insane?
Branded “mentally disturbed,” carrying the stain.
What world is this, that we now behold?
Where justice is lost and the truth is sold.
Where victory and failure are just a thin line,
A line so fragile, yet it divides the divine.
What a world, where silence is blamed,
Where hope is forgotten, and dreams are shamed.
Yet still, we rise, and still, we fight,
For Tamil Eelam, we hold our light.
Nila Bala
09:19
11/04/2025
United Kingdom
The Path We Ignored
Who pushed India to bear Sri Lanka’s pain?
In the heart of conflict, who stoked the flame?
Eelam Tamils, can we face our past,
And ask ourselves, how long will blame last?
From 1990 to 2006, weapons flowed,
But without India’s help, where would they go?
India offered strength, support so strong,
Yet we turned away—where did we go wrong?
Prabhakaran called for unity’s embrace,
But how many truly fought for that grace?
In Tamil Nadu, brokers played their part,
But misunderstood, they tore lives apart.
Lives were lost, hearts broken in despair—
Why keep blaming India when we didn’t care?
Modi in London, a chance to unite,
Yet Eelam Tamils missed it, out of sight.
Invited to Delhi—what did we do?
Expecting much, but giving so little too.
Wickneswaran welcomed with open arms,
Did we cherish that or cause more harm?
Since 2015, India’s doors stood wide,
But what did we bring, year after year?
Expectations of gifts, with nothing to give,
While India leaned to the Sinhala narrative to live.
Now we voice our anger, but do we ask,
When did we truly take on the task?
Today, India’s ties with Sri Lanka grow,
Who led them there, and why do we not know?
Failed leadership and missed paths we trod,
India, once a friend, now walks with a different nod.
Geopolitical moves, economic might,
But where were we in that ongoing fight?
From 2022 to December's silent embrace,
Eelam Tamils quiet, fading from grace.
Blame now falls heavy, but first, we must see,
Our own mistakes, our own responsibility.
Only by acknowledging the truth will we rise,
To rebuild a future where hope can arise.
We are the architects of the road we’ve paved,
Caught between choices we failed to save.
Let us reflect, let us mend the past,
And stop casting blame in shadows we’ve cast.
The road ahead is ours to create,
But it begins with truth and a change of fate.
- Nila Bala
Whispers Beyond Words...
Peace… not a whisper, not a sound,
But a truth that runs so deep, so profound.
Not just letters spoken with ease,
But a prayer, a fire, a silent breeze.
To walk for peace, one must feel,
The world in wounds, and hearts that kneel.
You must listen to every cry,
Of soil, of stars, of the silent sky.
It's not just humans who plead for grace,
But forests lost, and rivers' face.
The road that trembles under greed,
The sun that scorches when we don't heed.
The sea that rises with unseen pain,
The sky that mourns in acid rain.
The mountains break, the winds they wail,
For peace disturbed, for hearts grown pale.
Yet still we laugh, we turn away,
When peace knocks soft at break of day.
We think it's just for humankind,
But peace is soul — in all you find.
Every stone and silent tree,
Asks for calm, just let it be.
Peace is more than calm or light,
It’s every wrong that begs for right.
So don’t just say it — make it live,
Let it breathe, let it forgive.
It's Earth’s own cry, it’s nature’s plea,
It’s what we owe to every sea.
It needs a heart, it needs a law,
It needs a soul that stands in awe.
It needs a vow, a sacred trust,
A constitution deep and just.
Those who carry peace within,
Are gods among us, free from sin.
They plant in pain, yet bloom in grace,
And hold the world in warm embrace.
So never think it’s just a word,
It’s every breath the Earth has heard.
Peace… it aches, it breaks, it heals —
It’s what the deepest spirit feels.
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