Treasure Island

Lenin Meitei Thingujam

(Imphal, Manipur)

Burning Bridges


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.

I am a dragon.
And your eyes mirror our differences,
But you ask, “If a lock is the same as the key
How is it ever going to be opened? ”

The love in your eyes is on a high tide,
But I don`t know how to swim.
You tell me to take the plunge,
As I take your hand and stand on the edge.

I am scared, so scared.
I was the one who made you smile,
The one who made you rise.
What if I burn you down and fly away?

Your eyes hold me as I pull you near,
And our heartbeats race each other.
You whisper a song of notes divine,
As yesterday and tomorrow get blinkered out

Will God toss his coin and decide for us?
Or will we rewrite the lines on our palms?
Because you are a phoenix and I am a dragon.
Because I am a dragon and you are a phoenix.

Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011
Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011
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