Lenin Meitei Thingujam (Imphal, Manipur)
How do I divide you into chapters?
How do I bind these fragmented writings into one whole?
No flow, no reason
Just ramblings and scratches in random
I let people read a part
And they say I am mad
What shall I do when I am done with you?
What shall I play when you march out the door for good?
They say you are never ending
Like an ouroborous
You end with a start
And start with an end
When will I ever find a handle on you?
When will I ever pinpoint both your conjugate properties?
Slippery like an eel
With me but beyond my grasp
God did forget something
After all you came without a manual
Where will I find you again if I am lost?
Where will I tattoo your address on my being?
Tie me to yourself
With an umbilical cord
Or a dog collar
And keep me on a tight leash
Why are you and why are you with me?
Why are you like a Sudoku game with snakes and ladders?
I am trying to be good
Or at least good at it
I ponder over your existence
You, a grain of sand in a thousand Saharas
Who am I to you and you to me?
Who am I to tolerate all your crap?
You look like my mirror image
But sometimes go away like a mirage
On a thorny desert
Let rain come and I will decide
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