Green tea....

Curly steam dancing from the hot Tangkhul pot
Moving up without hasitation

it dances and swings along with the air
not knowing its nearing to end

Alas! it went off
but left its earthy fragrance...

thn the old man pour it in an old tumbler
he sips one after another

and watches his memory playing
vivid before his wrinkle eyes..

leave letter..

leave letter..

I wrote a note and left it on her desk,
A simple plea for leave for a day.
She read it once, then turned in quiet rest,
And nodded soft, yet nothing more to say.

I thought her silence meant a firm denial,
That my request had faded into air.
I left with doubt that lingered all the while,
Believing she had neither time nor care.

But fate revealed the truth beneath my seat,
A folded note she quietly had placed,
She said my leave had reached the boss’s sheet,
Along with hers, in duty’s careful grace.

She smiled and came with chocolate in hand—
“We sail the same boat,” I now understand.

By : Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi

flirting mood

Flirting with the Wind

She lifts her hand, the wind begins to play,
And dances soft around her slender grace;
Her flute releases notes that drift away,
And tint the evening air with warm embrace.

She sips the sunset with her closed-eyed dream,
As time itself grows still within her gaze;
Then suddenly her enaphi breaks the stream,
And wakes her heart from all its silent haze.

She turns—expecting him within the air,
Her memory racing faster than the light;
But finds a simple stone lying there,
A truth that gently falls into the night.

She smiles, as if the wound were kissed by art,
Then drifts again, the wind her dancing heart.

By :Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi