Tuesday, June 23, 2026

She is a Widow, Yet She Laughs





She wears a silence no one can see,

A shadow of memories that used to be.

Yet when the morning breaks through the pain,

She gathers her courage and smiles again.

Not every wound is shown to the eye,

Some learn to laugh when they want to cry.

In her laughter lives a quiet fight,

A fragile flame refusing the night.

And though the world may never understand,

The way she holds tomorrow in her hand,

She walks through loss with grace that won’t depart,

A living sonnet written by her heart.


By : Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi 

"दुआओं में बसा अंदाज़"

 बंदे के अंदाज़ उसकी हर दुआओं में होती है,

एक सादगी सी उसकी वफ़ाओं में होती है।

जो राह से भटके उसे उजाला दिखा दे,

वो रहमत उसकी हर अदाओं में होती है।

नज़र झुका के चलता है मगर दिल ऊँचा रखता है,

इंसानियत ही उसकी पहचान होती है।


कवयित्री: मायंग्लंबम मरीना लैमारेम्बी


Monday, June 22, 2026

एक और प्यार आ गया

 


निगाहें उठीं तो उसकी नज़र से,

मासूमियत का एक ख़्वाब सा उतर आया...

उसे देखा तो लगा जैसे,

दिल को फिर से प्यार करना आ गया।

उसकी आँखों में वो सादगी थी,

जैसे सुबह की पहली किरण हो...

उसकी मुस्कान में वो जादू था,

जैसे सूखे दिल पर सावन बरस गया हो।

न जाने कैसी कशिश थी उसमें,

जो लफ़्ज़ों से बयान न हो पाई...

बस एक पल उसे देखा और,

ज़िंदगी में एक और मोहब्बत आ गई।



— कवयित्री: मायंग्लंबम मरीना लैमारेम्बी

Wings of the Chariot

  

Those restless wings of the chariot

Settle along the coastlines of the western winds.

The charioteer speaks without restraint,

While the black horse leans towards its pale white companion.

Dichotomy rides upon its unstoppable wagon,

Defining light and speed beyond the mind’s illusions.

Drifting beside the raging rivers,

The waves ashore prepare for a mighty awakening.

“Sorry,” whispered the white one,

Its tail adorned with a silver-lined vine,

Embracing the overflowing tides

Upon the silent shore.

— Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi


The Monsoon

  

Those binary fragments, scattered and torn,

Divide the hearts that once were one;

While hesitant words, from silent throats,

Rise like shadows beneath the sun.


Some voices echo, some disappear,

Half-received, half-buried in the night;

We lose ourselves in endless numbers,

In statistics stripped of human light.


How long shall we wander, seeking the core,

Of truths left trembling behind closed doors?

With unfinished dreams between four walls,

And unanswered cries upon our floors.


Do you not dream of the endless blue,

The sky that shelters me and you?

For beneath its vast and timeless breath,

We remain until our final step.


Our fleeting likes shall fade away,

But what we choose shall forever stay.



Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi

Standing Tall against the wind

  

Those binary fragments, scattered and torn,

Divide the hearts that once were one;

While hesitant words, from silent throats,

Rise like shadows beneath the sun.


Some voices echo, some disappear,

Half-received, half-buried in the night;

We lose ourselves in endless numbers,

In statistics stripped of human light.


How long shall we wander, seeking the core,

Of truths left trembling behind closed doors?

With unfinished dreams between four walls,

And unanswered cries upon our floors.


Do you not dream of the endless blue,

The sky that shelters me and you?

For beneath its vast and timeless breath,

We remain until our final step.


Our fleeting likes shall fade away,

But what we choose shall forever stay.



Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi

Her Unspoken words

  

She stood beside the window, still and lone,

While evening winds carried her silent dreams;

Her thoughts wandered where the soft clouds had flown,

Across the valley washed in fading beams.


She watched the dusky meadows softly sway,

The green hills resting under twilight's grace;

A little bird then crossed her quiet way,

And brushed her hands with wings of tender lace.


It whispered secrets only hearts could know,

A language hidden far beyond the skies;

A gentle smile began its quiet glow,

From depths of soul and blossomed through her eyes.


Another bird arrived from mountains blue,

It took her love — and both the creatures flew.


Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi