My Beautiful Mama

My Mama is the most Beautiful mom in the whole wide world;
I love to watch her dress up every morning getting ready for work;
Helping her choose the earring for the day;
Helping her choose the shoes for the day;
Matching with the outfit she is wearing.

I miss my Mama when she is not with me;
And I had made a picture of her on all the days she was not with me;
Remembering her big smile making her look beautiful;
Wishing that she will come back earlier than she told me;
To give me a big giant hug and a kiss on my cheek.

They say giving up some thing you love for a time period will help you achieve what you ask for;
But isn’t it your conviction that helps you achieve what you want ?
Or is it testing on time on what you love ?
Or is it turning to blind faith in your helplessness ?

People gave up watching movies;
People gave up eating their best dish;
People choose to take bath in cold water from a pond on cold winter mornings;
People even shaved their head.

Pondering on giving up the most beautiful thing in your life;
Choosing to see the beauty from far;
Running away cowardly from the bitter cold you anticipate;
You know deep in your heart, your abstinence will enslave you for life.

I was trapped in my own car,
By this person I loved once,
People changes with time,
A time where nothing is permanent,
And everything seem conditional.

I was trapped in my own car,
I see this person I loved once turning into a monster,
Revealing a character I have never seen,
He changed from the person I fell for,
And so did my love.

I was trapped in my own car,
He jumped in my car and started driving,
Passing through scary drives which looked like a dream once,
Threatening to make me his,
With a plan to kidnap me in the name of eloping.

I was trapped in my own car,
He became violent seeing my resistance,
I choose to live with the stain of elopement,
Rather than being forced to love,
In the land of Manipur where eloping with or without consent seems to be a shortcut to marriage.

I was trapped in my own car,
He speeded the car as rescuers follows,
Even after being rescued I wasn’t able to step down as my clothes were ripped,
Covering myself with the “Phanek” (Sarong) the brave older lady gave,
I stepped down from the car with uncontrollable tears facing a crowd with judging looks.

Bringing Jasmine home

It’s time to say good bye,
We have gone through crazy phase,
Sitting in front of Moroccon restaurant,
Late night chattering in the quite neighborhood of Bethesda,
Cracking lobster near a beach.

It’s time to say good bye,
We have seen each other’s high,
Sharing moments of happiness,
As life brought additions in our life,
Making us smile and giving a new dimension of life.

It’s time to say good bye,
We have seen each other’s low,
Sharing moments of helplessness,
Sharing moments of silence,
As loss, pain and hospitals give a new meaning in our life.

It’s time to say good bye,
Holding on to a parting gift,
Bringing home Jasmine,
As the strings makes the most beautiful sound,
Telling us we will meet again.