of Conversations and few martyrs
the shame, dread, and fear and much more
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Garden!
Garden,
That was mine
I saw giglets play.
Garden,
That was mine
I saw my heart flaunt
The ailing body
Like a chiseled statue from the museum.
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Jayanta Oinam
Oinam, Manipur
Live your own time, child, sing about your time.
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What's this?
If you were a rose!
Do I really want to live this life?
Most truths are lies.
She Lived!
Alone!
Here Comes The Scarecrow!
Span Of A Hog!
You Are No More!
You Are No More!
But A Wound To Her!
Always A Question!
Another Relocation!
The Funeral Motif!
That Was The Tradition!
My Hunger And Her Trait!
My Freedom!
Why?
Only A Day Left!
Pain Of Life!
Fallacy Of Patriotism!
Wait: I wait; Smile: I cry.
That’s My Manipur!
Yesterday!
Road To Heaven!
Like One Day!
Never Say .. What’s In Your Eyes!
Rituals Are Mine!
Innocent Beast!
Garden!
Damn!
Your Junction And My Step!
The Naked Mother!
I Swore!
I Am Waiting!
What I Say More!
Touch-Me-Not!
Why So Late!
“fcuk”
It’s going hayware!
Trying to be busy!
Lately/Recently
A day I wan’t part of it!
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