...In The Single Room Poem by Lovita Morang

in the single room

dreams of
yesteryears
yesterdays drips…

all in each particles
of each teardrops
flowing through the face
of many a morphed faces
tears tearing through it's veins
through that 100 trillion cells
cry in the single room

where the single bed waits
for human to wake
for another moments
endless days
endless nights
that and there
you ease your angst

standing in the corner
that single frozen denude woman
like the bride in exile
still singing
have you ever seen her
wailing too

still
in the stillness

when you roar
like the lion
have you seen her
awaken too
when u sigh

when you beat the drums
with eyes closed
have you seen her
dance in the beats

like the window
masked inside
by the creeping money-plants

like the birds making and unmaking love
on tree top outside
like the buffaloes
crossing the river
from this bank to other bank

sealed moments
unmasked
everything crept all over me…
refracting and diffracting
reflecting l
ike the pure light
with an universal unlimited speed of light
crossing 300000km per second

sometimes you-
like the light
sometimes me-
like the energy

light through energy
energy through light
like the time
that never waits

everything traveling faster...

like the two-stage process
of negativities
into positivities
developing black and white photograph
with endless colors of images
imaginations
inside the dark-room
you cry
in your single room

empty tables
sealed with words
weaving words
for the world
with your mouth shut
you are healing
these many wounds
marching heading
changing
and challenge to realities

you cry in the single room
and
eyes swathed withteardrops
that sieved through eyelashes
failing to hold
like you fail to hold thirst

like the bee
that knows honey drips
deep inside the flower
an impact of fertility
of three colour of red-green-blue
and
green in between [our dreams]
with 10,000,000 colours inside

that creates green…
that creates pure green…
and from the pure image
that teardrops
like honey drips out
on to the single leaf
of the creeping money-plants
of my greenness

and you said
dewdrops…

-Lovita J R Morang