The Greys
Breaking promises knowingly,
Loosing the art of making up purposely,
Giving up on trying,
And spitting out borrowed words.
Mastering the art of icing,
Being the envy of many,
Creating the perfect piece,
And covering all the imperfections.
The Greys are here,
Time is short,
Will there be enough time to heal ?
And soon all will be ashes.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Faceless
I was scared,
I seeked your protection,
Only to be left damaged and faceless.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Langmeidong
Oh flock of Langmeidong birds,
You had spared many of your feathers for Langlen,
You had taken her as one of you,
Giving her the wings,
Teaching her to fly,
Rescuing her from the wrath of her step-mother,
Rescuing her from rejections,
Rescuing her from hearing the terrible heart piercing words,
All she wanted was love,
All she wanted was acceptance,
Do you have more feathers to spare ?
~The End~
Inspired from the #Manipuri folk tale uchek Langmeidong, An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Tears
Tears welling up
Tears filling up
Let it flow
Empty it out
You cry alone
You laugh together
Haven’t you learnt the ways of the humans?
Red is red
Red will remain red.
It’s not different
You are not different
You are just a human.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Why talk, when the talks are superficial?
Such a waste of your voice.
Wouldn’t you prefer silence than the pretense?
Why meet, when your presence gives goose flesh?
Such a waste of your time.
Wouldn’t you prefer solitude than the pretense?
Why see, when your heart cringes at the sight?
Such a waste of your sight.
Wouldn’t you prefer to be out of sight than the pretense?
Why try, when you know one can’t clap with a single hand?
Such a waste of your emotion.
Wouldn’t you prefer detachment than the pretense?
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
Hugging the body,
Wailing “Daddy, Come back”,
Inside a chugging train.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
“Matters of the heart”, a #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Anonymous
A sickness that led me to fall in love
A sudden illness of mine make my friend came down till pune from Bangalore to nurse me
later when I didn’t get well he took me to his place
I was crying in pain on the journey but he was there holding my hand for the whole 15 hours journey
I was feeling secure later in morning when I reach Bangalore it was another wonder struck
he’s big brother welcome me warmly which make me feels like home
I was received by his brother’s Friend, his girlfriend and another Friend
everyone was real eager to see me
after getting better day by day
I got used to the environment
And I start falling for him
he woke up early to make my breakfast
he wash my feet and sometimes my hairs
he’ll comb my hairs and even do laundry when there is no one at home
a day came when I was having hard to digest dal at dinner
it was 10 at night , he just walk away quietly while we are having dinner and bought another take away dish from outside
I was so emotionally hurt to see him how much he care for me
not only this, when everyone leave the house for office he’ll remind again and again to locked the door from outside as I’ll be staying alone
oh his caring can’t b express through words or can’t be weighted
but all this love and care are now vanished, it lasted only a year
we broke up on our anniversary.
I still remember my first Valentine gift from him
And I still have that rose
4 yrs have passed but I still remember every single moment spend with him.
He still have a handkerchief stained in black kajal in a file where he keep his school certificate
That’s the handkerchief he wiped my tears on the journey to Bangalore
a girl witch crafted him and took away from me
this is how we separated
but till now he never speak ill of me neither me
he part our ways under mutual understanding
but I can’t forget his last words, ” nangdi nasa yam fate eikhoi mama baba kamaina seba toudoino”
when we are in love he said he’ll take care of everything but at last it was just words to lure me.
~The End ~
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“Matters of the heart”, a #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Anonymous
I realised it is late to tell you I love you. I know you don’t trust people but my love for is true. The tears that come rolling down and the taste of it make me realised more how much I love you.
I have known you for about three years and I always love hanging out with you, I was fooled not to realised the feeling I had for you was Love.
Happy Valentine Day to you. From the heart that loves you and which always think about you.
~The End ~
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