Friday, June 26, 2009

Unburdening the dead spirits

Oh! Kunti you are lucky
At least you know the father of your first born
Look at me
I do not know who he is
But I am sure of what he is not
He is not that magnificent sun
Nor is he wind
Nor the earth nor the fire
Nor the water nor the sky

He came and keeps coming
Yet each day I knew him less
A formless
A scentless
A colorless being
Was he actually a man? That too I do not know

I remember that night
The eternally locked doors of my maiden-room unlocked itself
I crossed that uncrossable line
That infinite line in between him and me
That day they say
Some tiny spirits like ‘prestige’ deserted me
One after the other
I do not know
How many such death spirits I need to free
Before I free myself

That night he embraced me
On the floor of that horizonless expanse
He disrobed my clothes one after the other
With each pieces of clothes he rustle away from my body
A tiny spirit flew out from me like eternally caged birds

He put his lips on mine
And they say I lost my grace
He put his lips on my breast
And they say I lost shame
He merged within me
They say I lost everything…
The smudged kohl of my eyes stained his shoulder
The disheveled hair of mine teased his cheeks
The rose of my lips shamelessly bloom on his forehead
My breast merged with his chest
I do not remember what covered our togetherness that night
My phanek or his khudei!
I know not

The wicked womb continued its eternal betrayal
Yet for the first time I loved to be betrayed
For the first time
I trump the eternal betrayal of this world
For the first time this betrayal freed me
From those dead spirits
Named ……….

Leirangi leinam

This ultimate union
Made me lose everything
I did not know it’s too easy to lose my essence
My maiden body has to take a man…
I did not know it’s too easy to lose everything
My maiden mind had to just spill a secret.


  1. A woman is called as prostitute if she sleeps with another man, not the ligitimate one but for a man its a triumph if he could sleep with a woman other than his wife/wives...

    A woman who sells her flesh is known as prostitute/call girl/oktabi in different term...what do we call a man who sleeps with such woman?? can we name one for a change??

  2. This is so beautiful gain I'm speechless
    @oja chaoba
    call them desperate, mother F@@@@@, holes, who want themself to be active and never think twice saying thing about human being. I'm sad for all those people and feel bad I came under that same species :(

  3. Hi Shreema,

    Though your are unburdening, the poem does come across as very romantic in its own term.

    Your concluding verse[s] is just perfect.


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  5. Hi Shreema,
    It is nice poem.. But it sounds like you are expressing about your first sexual experience like Americans do on the famous Magazine "Penthouse"... Also I would suggest to remove this blog. You know why?? Your name and photo appears when I search for OKTABI in Google image search.. I have a dirty mind.. I used to search filthy words in Meiteilon just to check what we get in Google. At first, I thought you are a kasubi/oktabi as I saw your photo when I search for such word. It could be because Ms. Chaoba has commented on your poem using the words like Kasubi/Oktabi.. I know a blog is all about sharing your life experiences. However, certain things to be kept secret. Your husband will have a heart attack if he reads this poem. By the way, your son/daughter's father will be your current/future husband unless u did get pregnant within 40days since you had sex. I am not sure if you are still having affairs with various men though you are married or when you were about to get married. Biologically speaking, you must know who the father of your babies is as long as you dont have sex with different men within 40days. You should not keep worrying about the casual sex you had with another man in the past.. Most of the women, in this new world so called developed world, does it!!!!!.. But the difference here is, others kept it secret while you want this to be known by everyone by writing a poem and publishing it on blog.. Oh..Might be you might have published a book too, haven't you? Wanna get a copy!!! It will be nice to read it... Young boys and girls would love your book as it is very erotic....On this poem, when u describe how your breast merge with his chest, my dick got erected.. Really, I am not kidding. You can be a famous porn film script writer.. You will be really appreciated by today's world... Good, good, keep it up.... But please don't publish such poem in public if you don't want people register your name/photo as a meitei kasubi on their BRAIN..... I think you are enjoying Freedom of expression at the most...

  6. @frankly loktabam: frankly speaking I don't understand a single thing coming out from you shit hole...and so what if your dick erect while reading the poem? oh!!! I forgot you are pervert. SORRY in capitals letters and not to forget the person who read penthouse(which is for loser who are not getting sex)and screaming out "hey I read penthouse and your poem sound like the same. Sexsome" Dude give me a break and go somewhere and seduce someone if you are not getting it any. To me it look like you are trying to seduce shreema...who would imagine shreema while reading the poem if the other person is not interested in getting laid and please describe what is oktabi/kasubi?????
    and if you want to learn how to read a poem then hey I'm ready to teach you for FREE

  7. Dear Franky,
    You are metally sick who needs medical attention rather than replying to your comment. By the way why are you expressing so much of anger, pain, hatred, dislike in your comment. Your comment is on Shreema and not to her poem. That's very visible. Kari pendeba, nUngaitaba leigene etao bo yam nungaitiye...let's discuss....I really feel bad about a human like you...shall I contact a doctor to treat your dirty mind???

    Don't you think you are such a stupid who felt that you can hurt Shreema with such pitiful comment. God bless you n ur dirty mind whoever you are? Your comment is like you are stripping off yourself in public. Why are you hiding your real face behind this fake name "Franky". You are really a that type of guy which our forefathers used to say "Meerak meechan thi Hoirong pambom ting". Now you do another google search for "Meekithi and chaoukataba" using ur self-proclaimed dirty mind. Your name will appear ..hehhe:) Enjoy google search...If you don't know the meaning of what I have written then ask your Kaboklie :)

  8. Keep Writing Shreema,
    Poem[s] are not everybody's cup of tea. Remember, "You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks...".

    A.C. Meitei