It must have been love
Angomcha Chingkhei Meitei *
Why do our talk never content?
Till late, you are stranger, though propitious.
Your simple words are like the blessed,
That drive me in the crazyland.
This morning seems fresh ever,
Must be of you in my dream that evanescence.
Trying hard to fall asleep again,
to get another glimpse of that ephemeral smile.
I can see you in everything I see around,
The breeze brings your fragrance.
Feel like you touching me, when the soft linen
caress my skin, after being blown away.
Why am carving more towards you?
Want to hold you right this moment.
Paint my lips to the colour of your lips,
Conceal me in the blowing hair.
Smiling all alone, holding the pillow tight,
Drowning deep, drenched inside the chimerical fantasy.
Oh my stranger damsel, can you say, what is this?
Yes, it must have been love, the frenzied love.
*** Written by Angomcha Chingkhei Meitei [National Literary Award Winning Writer, 2002] and Sr. Editor, KP Ads, is a regular contributor to e-pao.net
You can contact him at acmeitei(at)gmail(dot)com and blog here. ***
Webcasted on October 12th 2009
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