Lenin Meitei Thingujam
Biography of Lenin Meitei Thingujam
Lenin Meitei Thingujam Poems
I may be a Boho, But I do save for a teary day. See this piggy bank? It holds your words-in-eclipse,
You rein in my wings, And try to tame me. “But what about my fiery breath? ” I ask you. You smile and tell me you are a phoenix.
Am I standing still on a moving train? `Cause I see things passing me by before my eyes Let me take a moment I want to savour these dried roses
Are you supposed to tell a story? Or are you a mane of words in a messy head? Are you an onion high on ethos? Or are you just skin-deep like a beauty queen?
Inch by inch I will move, But move I will, nonetheless, And not settle into An algal crown.
When I was small, I was not so tall. Used to go with mama dear, To the park with my teddy bear.
All day long, I`ve been studying signs; But still I can`t find my way back home; And the compass mocks me, With its hand pointing north.
My life, How do I divide you into chapters? How do I bind these fragmented writings into one whole? No flow, no reason
The winds shake my bones. This life is in sepia tones. I wake up and shrug off the cobweb. I wish someone would pick up the tab.
All these years, I could never unlock your riddles-
I want to carve your name in the sky, And sing it to the tune of the whistling winds.
You rein in my wings,
And try to tame me.
“But what about my fiery breath? ” I ask you.
You smile and tell me you are a phoenix.
I look back and see smoke rising.
I see the bridges I burnt down.
I want to fly back and reach out,
But my wings have been clipped.