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Dreaming

"All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended." - Cloud Atlas In this monstrous concrete jungle, alive with the roars of hustlers, I find myself by circumstances a step closer to a dream. Two worlds superimposed into one with her magic, and it feels home. My dream, my limbo - a projection of her with me in a world that has transcended all boundaries. The five senses are not enough anymore. So I close my eyes to taste her kiss once more, to feel her skin once more, to smell her perfume once more, to listen to the world go quite around us once more, to see her catch a smile between a blush once more. Am I a madman for wanting to live in a limbo? Maybe I am. I am dreaming, she is sitting wrapped in my arms right now, laughing at something funny that I just said.

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Migom Pegu

Jan 17, 2026 • 1 min read

#Poem

If there were dreams to sell

If there were dreams to sell, Happy stories, sad tales to tell — I’d buy not joy alone, nor grief apart, But the dream that echo all the chaos of the heart. If dreams were hung in a shop’s bright display, I'd choose the one that time just hides away — Like the love that lives by neither touch nor sound — But as a promise to self, without being bound. So tell me, dream-seller — sell me true, What price for a dream that feels like two? Where sorrow and sweetness live side by side, Making war and peace through every tide.

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Migom Pegu

Jun 28, 2025 • 1 min read

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Whispers of the air

There’s a voice in the air, soft and low, It speaks without sound in its ghostly flow. It tangles my hair with invisible hands, And whispers of a place none would understand. It speaks without sound, yet clear to my soul, Of a path that could make my spirit whole. The place it points to is where my buried desires lie, Beyond the reach of judgmental eyes. The path it reveals is shadowed and steep, Walled by taboos, ancient and deep. Still, the voice insists with a trembling might: “Follow the pull—step into and embrace the night.” “Resist, and you shall fracture and break; For hearts denied must surely ache. But yield—and in surrender you shall find, A love unchained, though not defined.”

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Migom Pegu

May 16, 2025 • 1 min read

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Infinity

I find myself, In a space uncharted - Free falling on a feeling, From the cliff I had reached. As I see you, Beyond the rehearsed script - Of one story lived, And many only wished. I see you, Past your marital vows - Of sacramental promises, To commitments institutionalised. I see you, Past your dance in this crowd - Of friendships, and family - A tune that was ages ago rationalised. Like between chaos and order, There is flight, but no landing; This is infinity, and I’m suspended in it. Cos I see you now, dear baby, In only your element individual. Ceremonial constructs cease to exist.

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Migom Pegu

May 24, 2022 • 1 min read

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Nymphet and Madonna

She had hidden behind the shield of adolescence, Her wicked vanity. As she played ‘La Belle Dam sans Merci’, With innocent audacity. She was a royal cuteness, In her tender youth, Such that she provoked un-numbered attention. She was the foxy enchantress, Both nymphet and Madonna, She wove webs of teasing in every admirer’s direction. She met today a man with eyes of calmest wise. She knew he had many a moon seen her kind - The act of Lolita and smeared mascara eyes. She kissed him, and let her tongue slither again in quiet - What tragedy made a man wiser by his age twice?

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Migom Pegu

May 09, 2021 • 1 min read

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Never ending

Life strips naked to pain,pleasure,cry. Tonight I’ll drink till I’m high Smoke in smokes, Till I’ll fly. Tongue slipped chatters my lips carry on. The grass is greener; Comfortably numb; The music goes on and on. Headbanging and screams on a metal sound. Love, hate, bottles broken- Rip my heart out. Throw it to ground. Then when alone, and the night too die. Stare faces on my screen. In my delusion, projecting live. Never-ending lullabies. Sometimes I need an escape, I need to fly. Although I hate myself, When I am high.

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Migom Pegu

Oct 05, 2018 • 1 min read

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He is wise

You are wise. With that when you've come in terms, the colossal significance of meaning in objects, actions or anything for a matter of fact become non-existent. Yet we yearn for everything to have meaning. Else everything seems dull. So we design our own enchanted fairy tale where we entertain ourselves with ideas like setting goals, milestones to achieve. We reach one and set out for another, never content with where we have arrived. For contentment is that undefined destination and life is that endless pursuit for happiness. As we grow in age, with every journey and every milestone, we are one step within that wisdom and our count of enchanted objects are diminished one by one. The man, who when grew old, had love by his side knew he had everything. He is wise. The man, who when grew old, had love none by his side knew he had nothing. He is wise.

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Migom Pegu

Jun 21, 2016 • 1 min read

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I love you

Nietzsche, before confronting mankind with the heaviest demand ever placed upon it, wrote - "It seems to me indispensable to say WHO I AM". Such is the importance of the individual self. Once, a teacher asked his students in a casual gathering: "Who do you love the most?" Most were caught off guard; it is the kind of question one least expects while pursuing a degree in engineering. Very few answered. Only one student provided the response the teacher sought - "I love myself the most". Does that have an unromantic ring to it? Perhaps claiming to love a parent, a sibling, or a best friend sounds more poetic. Perhaps the "most" romantic sentiment is reserved for a partner or a spouse. WHY? Because it is fashionable. Loving yourself most is not. That which is fashionable is easily flaunted - and how we love to flaunt! We parade partners like trophies, fueled by a mediocre, desperate hope that it will grant us a sense of belonging in today’s status quo. It is a dire plea for endorsement - a cry to be seen by a world that views us only through the digital frames of a curated society. Such is today’s version of self-pity. A friend once said, "Love is a cheap word." When love is reduced to an object displayed on digital pedestals as a mere fashion statement, it renders your preciously framed idea of love cheap indeed. You must first belong to yourself. As Alice In Chains sang - "If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead". Know who you are, and fall in love with yourself first. If you do not know yourself, no one ever will. And if you cannot grasp your own essence, it is foolish to hope you could ever truly know another. I say - "God is nothing but the most complex level of consciousness." Go celebrate your intelligence, your creativity, your empathy, and your energy by putting them into practice. You are the push that makes the world move. Be your best self. Be a God. No one can give that to you but you - and no one can take it away but you All boundaries exist only in your head. When you tell someone, "I love you," let it be without those boundaries. As the sentiment goes - "All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion." Set the highest moral sanction you can conceive of upon yourself. Transcend all boundaries. It is only from this state of wholeness that saying "I love you" truly means something - it becomes precious.

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Migom Pegu

May 10, 2015 • 3 mins read

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Tumar Hahi

" Kar moromor aaxat jolala ei saki? Mur bukut jui jolai. Tumi bisora xopun dekhi, tumar hahit, mur ei xopun roi jai." " Xunor kharu, mugar mekhela juri, jotone thoisu moi tumale xojai. Premor dumujat asu moi joli. Asu moi, Tumar babei jiyai." " Xidina podulit asila thio di, abegot hiya-bhorai dusoku tiyai. Kar baabe ei morom? Asa tumi kar baabe baat sai?" " Aru moi rou thomoki, premor nila kham jepot lukai. Hiyar dhumuha - monor oxanti, bukur hejar xopun bandhi, uthot misa hahi biringai." Collaborated By - Sanjib Kalita

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Migom Pegu

Dec 28, 2014 • 1 min read

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The bar across the city end called lover

We were waiting for your dream car, While we could have boarded that train. You wanted to drive to the bar we could call lover. You were waiting for your ride, You kept waiting, And I rode away on my pain. This train. Lately I have been listening to Death Cab For Cutie‘s TRANSATLANTICISM a lot. My interpretation of the song is that of distances between loved ones. Be it between family members, friends or two lovers or any person that we have made acquaintance at some point of time. But life is in accelerating move; which is escalating even more at this age; taking people adrift from the ones they call family, friend and love. I think my poem above, whose interpretation I leave free to your imagination, is somehow inspired by this realization that we are drifting away from the ones we love. “I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER”

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Migom Pegu

Oct 26, 2014 • 1 min read

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Holding on

It was that time she said she felt complete in his arms he was thinking of. And now that’s gone. Maybe the love he had for her didn’t matter as much as the time he didn’t have for her. “All she had to do was wait a little”, he says, “then she would have had that too”. And so I asked the boy, “How could you be with her, leave alone love her, when all she has is an awful reputation?” “First love’s stupid”, he said, “and when it comes to her, my every rule will have an exception.” “Anything could happen. And everything. If only we go on. Believing. Me through you. And you through me. In loving. Building. Our own paradise.”

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Migom Pegu

Oct 26, 2014 • 1 min read

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I met my maker

Try this :- Imagine yourself waking up face-down on the naked ground. What do you see? Now imagine you are being slowly lifted upwards by some force and look as the view grows in front of your eyes. What do you see? And so I speak :- “The earth is a canvas, and we are painting.“ And so how often have I not wondered :- “Why does a painter take a few step back to stare at his work in progress from a distance? Why does any artist take a step back and reflect his thought on his art in progress?” At times we are so close and involved with certain things that we fail to see the larger picture. At times so involved with certain specifics that we even forget there is a larger picture. A larger picture of what was, what is and what it can be. The same holds true for life. We are the architect of our life. Sometimes we are so involved with it that we forget the larger design. We don’t even know what has become of the design. So I took a step back and viewed from an elevation to find the things that drive my life. About the things that make me who I am. I saw like everyone else I am bounded by duties of blood. But that defines a part of who we are; on which we have no control over. It’s a debt we are happily born with. So I focused on finding the driving force that adds to that I was already born with. The changes that defines who we are as we grow. My life is so much about the effect she has on me. She changes everything about me. She defines the changes in me. The biggest effect on a boy will always be met in a girl. Mark my words. Change can either be good or bad. But that doesn’t matter when you have identified the greatest force that drives the changes in your life. Making good out of it is the only option you can provide yourself. Nothing else should matter. She made me who I am. She drives me to be the man I want to be. IN HER I MET MY MAKER.

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Migom Pegu

Oct 26, 2014 • 2 mins read

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All in her name

Eddie Vedder’s words:- It’s very rare for a relationship to withstand the Earth’s gravitational pull and where it’s going to take people and how they’re going to grow. I’ve heard it said that you can’t really have a true love unless it was a love unrequited. It’s a harsh one, because then your truest one is the one you can’t have forever. And so, for the last time, I entered the premises of the “Radha Krishna Mandir” in my home town few years back. I arrived late on purpose for a little get-together of past friends. She was there in the garden posing for photographs with her girl friends. I said hello to my own little circle of friends. I kept away from the girls to keep my distance from her. The dilemma of a broken heart. I looked and stared at the girl I had come to love when she was not watching in the premises of a temple built in the worship of Lord Krishna or maybe in celebration of the childhood romance between Radha and Krishna. In celebration of a love lost. And in that place I stared at the love I could never have. I will always be her biggest fan. And yet when the devotees today pray, they give Radha a place before the Lord’s name. On their final goodbye, “All in your name Radha“, Krishna must have said.

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Migom Pegu

Oct 26, 2014 • 2 mins read

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