Pinch of love

By- Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar

Sitting by the corner, I wonder how?
How I grew up connecting! I temple upon illusions
Hallucinating and dreaming; a serene mirage
I walk far too, and I drink fantasies
Dumb, cold and stand still; heavy like a stone
I move not an inch; I blink not a wink
Tired and thirsty; sleepy and drowsy
Empty and green; all gentle, all beautiful
Strolling and wandering; attending unnoticed
All eyes and all consider; I lost into
Into this world, a world of contemplation
With no reflection; my body! I discard for a moment.

I speak of my thinking; silently observing
I talk of my imagining language; too shapely
I pray for all; good and welfare
Peace! Peace!
I wander leisurely and no shoes ever care for,
Tired and thirsty; I long not to quenching
Watching and rambling, all that leads to
Cold and silent; all slow, all easy
Nature’s compassion; I bother not dying
All lively all kindly and all gentle, as I lay
T’s sweet smooth bosom; all we destroy
All eyes and all consider; I lost into
Into this world, a world of contemplation
With no reflection; my body! I discard for a moment.

Pondering dozens and thousands, this mystic senses
Thump! Thump! You lazy gal
You useless gal; sitting all day long
Dreaming and murmuring; come help
Fetch the bucket; carry these korfus
Time’s declining; T’s dull and gloaming
All Rivers’ bed murking; shadowing
Sweep the yard; wipe the manggol
Wave the shumang; charge for the lights
Yelling a voice, from the distance
Gathering all my Visioning, I call upon
How cruel this imposition? Thrusting impetus
All eyes and all consider; I lost into
Into this world, a world of contemplation
With no reflection; my body! I discard for a moment.

Driving all away and defining a roar,
I urge divinity, love and live
Believing Sunshine and lustrous peace
Carving a pinch, a pinch of fancy hush
All day, all high time; death, dying and killing
I wander inclining; how and where?
Still yearning;
All eyes and all consider; I lost into
Into this world, a world of contemplation
With no reflection; my body! I discard for a moment.

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