Saturday, June 13, 2015

You don’t know me anymore
 Except in names of places.
As you drive down to Serou
So many hours away,
There is my lingering absence,
 My maps to trace.
I don’t know you anymore
Except when I pass by
 The neighbourhood in Singjamei
 I had addressed
 Four years worth of letters to
 In Palel we miss each other
 By a couple of hours,
 Or lesser.
You had missed the turn
 In Kakching Lamkhai
 We must give it to Fate
For driving us so close
 Only to let us miss by so much.
Life grew on her like vines
 Twisting and Turning, leaning on her
People didn’t come back in her life

They left without saying goodbye.

Monday, June 8, 2015

And I weep
Over all the lines I wrote which didn't turn out
as beautiful as I imagined they would.