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.
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?
Do you have structure and a spine?
Or are you a formless hydra with horns?
Are you a moan, a scream or a whisper?
Or are you an inexplicable gurgle?