These 3 poems were first published in Kekru Vol 1. Kekru is an Imphal-based publication in Manipur.
You’re the paradox in my mind,
leaving with a presence,
with eyes that bleed passion,
and smiles reeking of love.
There’s calmness like still water:
creamy fairy with sapphires within,
glowing like petals to bees,
you are a cliche of a fiction.
Will our paths cross again?
We jumped but you fell again —
I need none but one.
On our journeys to the Uncharted,
we were halves of life.
In innocent time,
when no strings wrap your mind,
you took a picture,
captured with wide eyes, looked up;
saw a fiery red bird,
in bright feathers, with trails of fire.
A fortune foretold, years ago;
a destiny, written and bound,
in the wisdom of ancient times:
Mother Universe made her choice,
you shall break.
Smile, red bird, smile.
I have poison in my veins
streaming like a mountain brook
with hissing sounds,
bubbling volcanic grounds.
This — sometimes I take a dig.
Mining crusty dimes,
I take a prick,
give me myself a sip
from my own wrist with a pin.
Then I force a straw and pluck a hole
at my own neck, let a tap run, flow.
My eyes glow,
whirlpooling into a glass, ice cubes, filled.
My sick fancies — I do them with such dandy.
I kiss it out in mad lust, thirsty.
I suck with lips, purged,
while lips rot like in a witch’s curse.
I have poison in my veins.
I take ’em like sugarcane.