Under One Sky or Leased?
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Randhir Thiyam
Manipur is not burning..
It is made burnt.
A war—carefully unnamed.
And the capital?
It perfects the art of not hearing.
Sirens fade into background music.
Curated calm. Edited chaos.
A headline they scroll past.
Boots march- not to protect,
but to remind what they can.
Barricades rise faster than answers.
Sirens rehearse daily— no audience needed.
What is Security? What is protection
If homes learn to burn politely?
You gave us forces.
You gave us fences.
You gave us files.
But did you give us peace— or just paperwork
that pretends to care?
Is this a State— or a question mark stitched onto a flag?
We bleed in the same colours, don’t we?
Or does red mean something different here in Manipur?
You promise equality— but deliver distance.
You promise future— but impose curfew.
And children in Manipur— children here don’t dream.
They calculate— escape routes, safe hours,
which silence keeps them alive.
And power? Power has strange friends—
So listen— if wisdom doesn’t lead, then chaos will.
If thinkers step back, then noise steps in.
If truth stays quiet, then lies get promoted.And democracy— don’t worry—it won’t die loudly.
It will suffocate in meeting rooms, drown in signatures, fade in speeches that mean nothing.
No mercy.No movement.
Just a slow collapse
wearing the mask of governance.
We live under one sky or leased?
Or stay silent and let history write your name in the margins of zeroes.
Manipur is not burning..
It is made burnt.
A war—carefully unnamed.
And the capital?
It perfects the art of not hearing.
Sirens fade into background music.
Curated calm. Edited chaos.
A headline they scroll past.
Boots march- not to protect,
but to remind what they can.
Barricades rise faster than answers.
Sirens rehearse daily— no audience needed.
What is Security? What is protection
If homes learn to burn politely?
You gave us forces.
You gave us fences.
You gave us files.
But did you give us peace— or just paperwork
that pretends to care?
Is this a State— or a question mark stitched onto a flag?
We bleed in the same colours, don’t we?
Or does red mean something different here in Manipur?
You promise equality— but deliver distance.
You promise future— but impose curfew.
And children in Manipur— children here don’t dream.
They calculate— escape routes, safe hours,
which silence keeps them alive.
And power? Power has strange friends—
So listen— if wisdom doesn’t lead, then chaos will.
If thinkers step back, then noise steps in.
If truth stays quiet, then lies get promoted.And democracy— don’t worry—it won’t die loudly.
It will suffocate in meeting rooms, drown in signatures, fade in speeches that mean nothing.
No mercy.No movement.
Just a slow collapse
wearing the mask of governance.
We live under one sky or leased?
Or stay silent and let history write your name in the margins of zeroes.