I don't know if I was meant to read what you wrote
But you don't mean that
You are not heartless
Whatever you are going through
I hope you work it out
Remember to love and take care of yourself
The rest will fall into place.
The world is better than you think it is
Don't stop believing.
Always wishing the best for you.

I try to kill Poetry in my heart

I try to kill Poetry in my heart
I tell it to stop growing
It has too long been associated with a single person
And that person has gone
So I tell poetry to go too
I dont know how to write about anything else anyone else
Just becoming her makes me feel frail
But Poetry is stubborn
It smiles wryly at me
As I sit listlessly, my legs
dangling over the railing
It is there holding me
That night when I succumbed to crying
My heart hasn't been spent yet, it points
To the flames erupting outside
My world besieged by history
And I am to be a marker of it,
The observer, the writer, the participator
The person who breeds poems in her heart.

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.

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

You can't help but laugh
At the absurdity of tears
The madness and the heat
The falling ill, the recovering
When you stayed up shivering all night
Wondering if you were dying
Like that time three years ago
The same time of the year.
Deja vu.

Fardeen made me take the inkblot test.

One of the statement said - someone you loved has decided to let you go and move on.

So I guess I knew.

You didn't have to write so much of what you didn't feel like writing.

you could have just said goodbye.

I would have understood.

Goodbye, fare thee well