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The chilly nights

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By : Dr. Nunglekpam Premoi Devi
Independent Scholar

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Call my mother
It’s 3 O’clock in the morning;
Time to read! Time to read!
Splash your face with water; murmuring
Gaping and rubbing my eyes;
Stretching and reaching the bucket;
Oh! The hording water
It’s paining; it’s hurting;
Numbing my fingers; I blink wide open
‘m trying; trying reserving my body secure
I walk lavish and captivating;
I feel nothing; compulsive
And I am occupied.

Wondering myself- gazing;
I lost my rhythm of how and where
Floating with the rhythmic breeze; cold and dry
Coating my spirit with this dark-
Dark velvety starry cosmic sheets;
Sitting in quadrangle; still not alone
Spreading opus and notepad;
I breathe cold;
I freeze to dry deeper amidst this null;
I cuddle tightly;
And I couch on this piece-gunny bag;
Lifting my ears out clear;
Winking my eyes rapidly;
I absorbed this Shimmer flame
I feel nothing; compulsive
And I am occupied.

Wondering myself- gazing;
I lost my rhythm of how and where;
Floating with this rhythmic breeze; cold and dry
I am tingling;
And I heard a call;
I rose inside out;
I travelled far in the dark grove;
I wave out this fear;
I speak of false;
I sense my fantasies; assembling
I talk of my phantom urge; holding
This shadow-shadow of gusty branches;
Holding me tightly; And I am breathing cold
I absorbed this Shimmer flame
I feel nothing; compulsive
And I am occupied.

Wondering myself- gazing;
I lost my rhythm of how and where;
Floating with this rhythmic breeze; cold and dry
I am tired, in the middle of nowhere;
And I see no move;
I feel heavy-heavy lifting;
I am drown –drowning with this drowsiness
Soaking myself with;
Lumbering mouth water; as I lay
I smell dirty;
O! My hair
I care and I scouted this Shimmer flame;
Lurching hither and thither; still untouched
I feel nothing; compulsive
And I am occupied.

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Call my mother
Wondering myself- gazing;
I lost my rhythm of how and where;
Floating with this rhythmic breeze; cold and dry
‘m still couching on this piece-gunny bag;
Alas! Sobering my inner being
I was softening my allay; wondering
I absorbed this Shimmer flame
I feel nothing; compulsive
And I am occupied.

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