Empty
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
Sailing through aimlessly continuum;
Sailing through unpack dimensional illusions;
Told 'I' cried abundantly;
Told 'I' kick freely worthwhile and lesser I do remember;
I jump upon too many disburdening;
I roam around vacant too many uselessly;
Hoping and Frolicking and bouncing,
Frisking and leaping and sporting;
Yelling and calling and crying-
Screaming and howling and biting;
Opposing and challenging and doing,
Beating and loosening and easing;
I flatter upon idle;
I 'm meaningless;
Withdrawing nothing, 'm lesser known to unknown;
Upholding self belongings 'm just a framework-
A figure, a shape, unstable and fragile;
'm empty essence and All's empty spirited.
Sailing through aimlessly continuum;
Sailing through unpack dimensional illusions;
Feeling uninhabited and self worthless;
I see many unclear voids;
I heard many sweet melodious tunes,
Birds chirping, free willing calls and men singings;
Animated upon praised, 'She's here, she's there;
She's beautiful, she's materials;
I prefer sublime the supreme total;
I walk bare upon these tunes,
And I follow upon these invalid chasms;
All's talk out loud invalids, I call upon desolate and
I hung around idiotic fortunes;
All's meat upon habituated evils;
And nourished upon deadly materiality;
I drifted away uncanny riches and prosperity;
All's are empty, all's a lie;
'm empty essence and All's empty spirited.
Sailing through aimlessly continuum;
Sailing through unpack dimensional illusions;
Life's too awesome, life's too majestic;
Life's an earning; Life's a content satisfaction;
Pleasing and appealing; appeasing and serving;
Hell 'ya all celebrate moments-glorious moments;
Miserably and horridly;
Bubbling fantasies and eagerness;
I walk upon errors and misunderstandings;
Forcing stepping upon dirt, filthy and uncovered;
Hands stretching out reaching unfair;
Dishonored and shameless and cheap;
All's duplicated and all's fallacy;
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
I call upon de; shattered, tired and sleepy;
Feeling within, I heard 'voices of passions'
All's are empty, all's a lie;
'm empty essence and All's empty spirited.
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on September 11 2018.
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