Written by Shan Min Kha
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The body’s been freed, the soul soften
The kitchen, the dance floor, lights on
Mixtapes serenade, songs, surprises
Freestyles paid for in the future
Now move in raw real repertoire
Clothes rumpled, hairs flying, ankle
Adjure, letting go like birds, sparkle
Unchanged hearts. Unknowingly
drawing on a canvas, she can’t see.
Unfiltered untamed, a plethora of
Emotions, laughing wide and mean
So full of life, pulling you in
Illimitable no boundaries a
Flame, your essence unclaimed
“Be the muse a star, the light”
For the night dances unbound. To
be caught in a trance, the stitch,
the allure, the rhythm, the bewitched.
Just so in this moment, she be
Free.
Now, words stream from her fingers—wait
As she writes verses with her body, living
Blending art, embodiment of pure delight
No walls, no disguises
The stars align, yet just right.
Insomniac
Space, spacious, solemn/ longing, longed, listlessly
Ruminating restlessly, room/ immersed, moments immeasurable
Lonely, little man/ silent, simmering, slumber
Fear, frightened, flabbergasted/ disoriented, distant, departed
Tamta* tanka
Let me continue
Living only if I can
Breathe your breath, lover
Seeps into your body, Souls
Shall wait for when we are gone
*Burmese for Longing
The Polyphony 