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083 It’s all in the mind : Langmeidong

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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.

082 It’s all in the mind : Tears

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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.

081 It’s all in the mind : A Woman

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A WomanA red scarf with red high heels,
A cold day with piping hot tea,
A traveler with no destination,
A woman, a free spirit.

~The End~

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

080 It’s all in the mind : Pretense

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Pretense

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.

079 It’s all in the mind : The Passenger

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The Passenger

Hugging the body,
Wailing “Daddy, Come back”,
Inside a chugging train.

~The End~

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

002 Matters of the Heart : An Attempt

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“Matters of the heart”, a  #Valentine ‘s Day special, Contributed by : Anonymous  

An Attempt

Putting my thoughts in lines;
its raining wild,
yet the weather feels fine
and my mood is sublime.

sipping on my favorite cup of white tea
makes me realise,
the things i love i get them free;

of all the interests i have
nothing can catch up with
to the ones that you gave;

am i being unjust to the others?
is the question to ponder,
coz the apples you fed tastes the sweetest.
is it the apple or the love u fed ?
coz to them it all tastes the same.

I’m baffled in between!
between the last and the next,
last time feels ancient
and the next is never there,
yet it awes me!
a feeling that feels so young
heals me sometimes
like how green amazes the eyes every time.

I see thousand faces everyday
yet my heart longs for the one
that brings exuberance
because

in short
you do that to me
what green does to the eyes!
you bring harmony to my heart and my mind!
making everything seem obvious
ending all the bewilderedness!
you do that to the me
what a smile does to the face,
you do that to me,

what i wanted to be done!!!

~The End ~

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078 It’s all in the mind : It’s only a dozen words!

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It’s only a dozen words!Love,
Pampering,
Holding_hands,
Fussing_over,
Smiles,
Hugs,
Flowers,
Listening,
Loving_words,
Silly_surprises,
Hot_tea,
Laughing_together,
Too much to ask ?

~The End~

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

077 It’s all in the mind : The two red birds

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The two red birds

Two red birds were playing happily,
Mother bird teaching daughter bird,
To fly high and to fly low,
A home they made,
In the garden,
Filled with exotic jasmines,
And blooming ginger butterfly,
Little did they know of the evil trap,
Hidden beneath those tiny branches covered with the white blooms,
The trap which could bury them alive,
Out flew the red birds,
Changing their fate unknowingly,
Flying high and flying fast,
Loosing the way,
Crossing many trees,
Hopping on many tinned roofs on the way,
And landing on a branch,
Tired and lost,
Slowly sensing the fragrance and beauty of the blooming magnolia,
Watching the beautiful view of the trickling stream,
Feeling at home,
Getting the strength to rebuild a new nest.

~The End~

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

076 It’s all in the mind : Farewell

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Farewell

You knew it was coming,
It was predicted,
But it arrived too soon,
Sooner than expected,
Making you feel unprepared,
Hitting you hard,
Making you shiver,
Freezing everything,
The Sun left,
It’s a farewell,
But you knew it was coming,
Your conditions aren’t favorable for the Sun,
But isn’t it a different kind of beauty to feel the cold ?
You will learn to smile through the snow flakes,
Yes, even in the cold.

~The End~

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