Lenin Meitei Thingujam

(Imphal, Manipur)

Skimmed Stone


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.

Do the angels know my name?
Have I been played in this game?
I feel like a skimmed stone.
Up and down I go and then I am gone.

Tell me who gets out of this life alive.
All we do is move to the vibe.
Will you hate me if I say God is a sadist?
Can`t you see in this mist?

Some burn bras.
Others have Mardi Gras.
All I do is smoke and inhale poison.
Smile all you can, we are dying by the minute, Son!

Submitted: Saturday, December 03, 2011

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