The Green Mystic

She trembled in my presence alone, I questioned my appearance and actions. I turned away, Thinking it might be another letdown. When I looked back for one more look at her, I saw her curled up with dark, empty eyes. I rushed back, embraced her, sensing her need. She gazed up at me and whispered, "I can't go through this again." She was afraid of being loved. How damaged must one be To fear being loved? "She loved him intensely, She gave her everything, She was used, She was discarded, Yet she survived! Then he appeared, Filled her with hope. She trusted him, Gave her all once more, She was used, He left." When I reached her, I was too late— She was already incapable of love. She was still waiting— Waiting for her hopes to return. She rejected everything! To her, love and care are: Merely falsehoods and betrayal; A façade that men adopt— To shatter her, To make her UNLOVABLE. Is she beyond repair?

Dear Mother of my sworn enemy, My heart ached when I saw you weep - At the grave of your child, Whose voice you’ve yearned to hear; Whose warm hugs you’ve missed.   You bought him a new pair of slippers, A pair of pants for him to wear. And those were his last requests to you. You would have expected a smile on his face - As he would happily put them on and say “ Ka kipah e Nu ”   In you, I saw my mother. My mother would weep too - If her sons have suffered the same fate. A mother’s love is all the same. Be it Kuki or Meitei.   May your love for your son be a message. A message to all those sons. That they too have an anxious mother, Waiting for them to come back home. Alive, not dead like yours.

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Blue On face On a race To catch the best with steps without retrace. Angry though with smiles they protest- With nerdiest of grins, we have them arrest. Smeared them faces with hands, the powdered beryl hue. Perverts fill their minds with thoughts to molest- Filthy hands groping for their breast. Not I, I'm not Scapegrace- Nor breast obsessed. Shirts displace, Disgrace!! True!!

Yearn to hold thy trembling hands; Over turbulent seas and scorching sands Unlike all, never you utter'd a sound. Sugar sweet is your healing word; Humble, honest, heart of gold- Only not you speak your heart. Unaware that your hands are cold. Love you showered upon me Dear I'm here don't you see? Had I known, you would change Anger in your eyes is really strange. Vindicate me from this mystery- Expel me from this misery. Stayed despite all hints, And for years I pled. If I wasn't the charming prince- Dear, you should have said.

Shadows crept across the wall Shadows of beasts she fears most; Alone in the dark, she's lost “Catch her, take her to the hall” “Help Help!!” No one hears her call Taped, slapped and killed her almost. Force-drugged her and off she dozed What passed next she can't recall. Found herself in the morning At a place she never knew; “Why is my down there bleeding?” “Why are my arms black and blue?” This is India, dear lady. Land of Saree and Belly. It was the same morn, the day she last spoke- Spoke of how three ghosts took her chastity; Now lies in that box, girl of half forty. Hangs down the red fan with that blood-soaked cloak. To her eyes, the suspect is all menfolk- Who're the three beasts? Still is a mystery. "They've got not a cent, who're we to worry?" Said the man of law, “Let it fade like smoke” That night, the girl fought the beasts all alone She'd no choice when her orange top was torn. But wo

Things of the past gone Covered by snows of Winter But when summer comes. Planted flowers red For when comes the monsoon rain, renewed will be hopes. Down comes heavy rain Washed down the garden of red. Will Spring bring back all? Spring indeed brought back But after spring comes autumn And Winter again.