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An untold story



I still know how it feels like, those uncomfortable;
Trying to take those moments away, I blend
Easy, undisturbed, safe and secure and comfortable;
Sunny brightly, serene compose that evening, calm and quietly;
I walked down the street swinging up and down beholding;
Fresh as a morning lily, I stood tall by the roadside;
Sweating softly as though morning dew drops shivering;
That lofty hair of mine swings across covering my face;
I took measures of those blue sheathe rapidly now and again;
Hanging down my spirit, veiling and masking my temple;
With that smooth half peeping blouse I adore;
I still remember that Phanek I carried a mystery to me.

Eager and hurried I glanced again and again distant apart;
Wanting a ride to some unknown place I ever visited;
I know it’s just a distance apart, handy but I doubts often;
I waited and waited, it never turns up that easily;
Securing myself, I was keeping ready for that excursion
Knowing not what may happen, I fasten couples of self potions;
Far distance I saw that beast riding sluggish towards me;
Ah! No vacancy, Seats all occupied, I hesitate;
Come! You can sit here, I doubts one and again inactively;
How! How can I sit in front by your side? I asked
I may fall off easily! How safe the sitting is on the side? I inquired


I feel a little dismay; I know something is going to happen;
Uneasy as I was, feeling uncomfortable, I was quite concerned;
Restless and uneasy, unsettle and watchful, I took the ride along;
Oh! What an incorrect situation I was involving in?
Sitting by ‘his’ side, I thought I’m Stupid and false;
Securing myself out and again; I try sitting little on that seat
Should I have known ‘his’ confidence, that auto driver a frail;
Trying to connect those soft velvety white sheets of mine;
Attempting Pressing and nudging, folding and patting;
How may he do? I wondered ‘his’ insecurities all rubbishes;
‘His’ emotions all a lie; ‘His’ reach a failure held.

Should I stop the vehicle? I thought twice and thrice
Should I jump off that running beast? I meditate deep;
I feel quite easy riding that distance, a child’s cradle holding tight;
How alluring I was to him? I question self five,
My Simplicity a pride; uneasy lies on ‘his’ beholding;
Now and again ‘he’ tied to capture ‘his’ attention tense;
With those dirty elbow of ‘his’, nudging wrought emotions;
‘Riding’ and ‘rubbing’ ‘patting’ and ‘connecting’
Sooner I observed calmly enduring what may ‘he’ do?
 Silly old beast! Inside ‘his’ insensible stupid maneuver;
Keep gazing ‘me’ still far apart, when in I fall detach;
I still recall that evening bizarre, an untold story of mine.

Rinku Khumukcham

Rinku Khumukcham, Editor of Imphal Times has more than 15+ years in the field of Journalism. A seasoned editor, was a former editor of ISTV News. He resides in Keishamthong Elangbam Leikai, with his wife and parents.

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