it’s all in the mind

073 It’s all in the mind : Giggle Water

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Giggle Water
My daddy said people who drink are bad,
He said stay away from people who drink,
But daddy you have seen only drunks who drink!…You didn’t say anything about being tipsy,
You didn’t say anything about feeling like a butterfly,
I say it’s only giggle water,
And you don’t have to get drunk!My daddy said people who drink are bad,
He said stay away from people who drink,
But daddy you haven’t tasted all the cocktails!

You didn’t say anything about being light as a feature,
You didn’t say anything about feeling like walking in the clouds,
I say it’s just a mix challenging your taste bud to guess the ingredients!

My daddy said people who drinks are bad,
He said stay away from people who drinks,
But daddy we can have a great giggly conversation!

You didn’t say anything about being able to express what you want easily,
You didn’t say anything about feeling what you want to feel,
I say let’s have a drink together, it’s just giggle water!

~would love to make a song on this ~

 
~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

072 It’s all in the mind : Colors

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Colors
Seasons are changing,
The warmth is gone,
The cold is here,
Leaves are falling,
Everything is changing,
The beauty which filled the sky,
With myriad of colors,
Waking one’s heart,
Will be gone soon,
Filling one in darkness,
And it’s just time,
Everything changes.
~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

071 It’s all in the mind : Thoibi’s Khamba

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Thoibi’s Khamba
The man who ignited a woman’s heart,
At the first sight,
When our eyes met in my father’s house,…
And disappeared for 4 full years,
Making me missed him even when I knew nothing about him,
Hanging onto his old clothes,
Searching for him,
Seeking for him,
And today I find that he is Khamnu’s little brother,
My friend’s brother,
That would make him my little brother too,
Oh what anger and irritation he showed,
Roaring like a lion when I called him “Epwoa” little brother,
Telling me that he is not that young,
Seeing his gestures,
Irritation in not wanting to be called a brother,
Gave me hope that maybe he feels for me too,
Enquiring if he has a lady in his life,
Thoughts on settling down if he is not as young as he says,
With his intense irresistible eyes,
And without any hesitation he nodes,
Making my heart sink,
Oh and all these time he was in my mind,
And he has a lady in his mind,
I have no courage to know who his lady is,
Then he pointed his finger to my reflection in the glistening water of Loktak,
Indicating that is his lady love,
Oh he is my Khamba,
And It’s is a new beginning,
All I needed to know was that,
My happiness is intertwined with his life,
I watched him slowly disappearing from my sight,
As he rowed his boat away,
And the beautiful Loktak Lake witnessed our love,
The love that will be remembered forever by souls touching the Loktak Lake.
~The End~ 
~Inspired and in awe of the The Khamba Thoibi epic story of #Manipur sung by Pena singers for centuries, rendered into writing by the great poet Hijam Anganghal Singh in Meitei-Lon ~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

070 It’s all in the mind : The Humans

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The Humans
The Humans,
With larger brains,
Knows all,
Sees all,
Judges all,
Not only of their own life and thoughts,
But also of the other humans,
And what they know and see,
Are so right, has to be right and is the truth,
That the story and feelings of the other humans becomes void and null,
And one could just nod and agree,
And say “Yes, you are right”,
Choosing to let the humans believe,
Believe in what they believe,
For humans,
With larger brains,
knows all,
Sees all,
Judges all,
Specially the lives of other humans.
~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

069 It’s all in the mind : Abok

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Abok

My great grandmother,
Named me Tonu,
After Tonu Laijinglembi,
Told me she was the prettiest.

Told me many stories
Such great descriptive stories,
That I could see in my eyes,
As she narrated.

I remember only goodness,
I remember only laughter,
I remember your pampering,
But you left too soon.

And with you,
You took my name,
You left many stories unfinished,
I have missed you and I miss you.

~The End~ 

~Dedicated to my great grandmother with whom I spent my early childhood, very few years but left me memories which will last my lifetime~

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068 It’s all in the mind : Time

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Time

Good time,
Bad time,
Time with smiles,
Time with tears,
Trying time,
Sinking time,
Time with courage,
Time with strength,
Beautiful time,
Awakening time,
Time with laughter,
Time with peace,
What time is it ?

~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

067 It’s all in the mind : My Dawn

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My Dawn

The daylight wiping the darkness,
The blooms everywhere,
Bringing out smiles,
Even from a hardened heart,
Bringing out the hidden instinct,
Breathing in the air,
A smell one can never get enough of,
Connecting to nature,
Bringing out new found feelings,
Taking to a new world,
The daylight turned to scorching heat,
Giving so less time,
Time which is never enough,
And I wait for the next dawn.

~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

066 It’s all in the mind : The Beautiful Creations

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The Beautiful Creations

Dark clouds looming,
Heavy Rainfall,
Slipping into complete darkness,
Lost in the cold dark place,
Becoming invisible in the big crowd,
Hanging on tightly to your beautiful creations,
Bringing you out of the darkness,
Giving you strength to be the best,
Best in what you do.

~The End~ 

An artwork by my little boy.

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

065 It’s all in the mind : The Bench at New York

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The Bench at New York

It was a day,
A day which defined my destiny,
A destiny I was waiting for,
And I saw a woman,
A white hair old woman,
Who sat on the bench at New York,
Such elegant looks,
And kind eyes,
But looking very sick.

Sitting next to her,
We started talking,
She was narrating her story,
Of her son,
Stories filled with love,
Talking about him when he was a small boy,
Ending with a helpless look,
But covering with words on how convenient,
And how easy it is to stay in the old age home.

Strangers and yet we shared,
Shared stories from our heart,
Connecting us,
Bonding us instantly,
And we parted with a smile,
A smile that stayed with me,
Months later I learnt about her passing,
And when I see the Bench at New York,
I still see her smiling face.

~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.