Poetry

Ye Olde God

K Radhakumar    God is dead – NietzscheMy grandfather believed in God,In every sense of the word.He lived to the ripe old age of 99,His passionate belief not at all shakenBy the two World WarsAnd the great upheavals of the last centur..

Coronavirus A friend or Foe?

      Jolie MaisnamOh dear, mother natureThe one whom we made to suffer!Oh dear, those tears you shedNo one was there to wipe them!Then, came a deadly virusCausing infections and deaths,Destroying the mankind,Bringing about quaran..

My Graveyard

       Parthajit BorahBlossom and garland in my graveyard  An unquite stone touches my feet,I become the voyager of unknown sea.Fragrance of soil and symphony of forest Catching me at my dream.Shattered hopes and in..

‘Janata Curfew’ – Need of the hour

  Moirangthem Minashi DeviStrong desires blooming in every heart for ‘Social Distancing’,As looming around infectious mighty ‘Corona’ that resists defeat in medical combating.The growing pandemonium leaves the global hearts fr..

The Awakening of Interest in Life

K RadhakumarThe eastern horizon is all aglow,The dawn chorus has died downAnd the morning is wide awake.Birds are flying in all directions,The tops of garden plants are swayingAnd the scent of the flowers are wafted alongBy the breeze blowing a wind of ch..

Enchanted Riches Land

Chandam Thoisana SinghKnow to love the richness of thy land.Season by season, hears all different sweet volume of singing.The core of human heart much has decline into this.Seen a roof type mountain and many sloping hills lay across.The valleys in nature ..

Disguise

  Soibam EkendraManipur, the Jewel of the EarthFeels proud of being a ManipuriFrom the early childhood, with a prideBrought-up with head-high as I'm....You, the uncivilised unknown unculturedMixed blood by birth, try to understandWe Manipuris are the..

The New Colossus

    Emma LazarusNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother..

Beneath all that Darkness

On a cold damp day when the clouds turned grey I met a man holding a crimson rose..

A Panic-Stricken Crowd

Wrong choice wrong decision My past has many wrongs But it’s simply lovely...

A Tale on Yaoshang

Assemblage of holy-folk seen in a March evening; Every lane is swarming, looking so beweldering. The ritual, I witnessed as a child is still new as a newborn..

What is love?

To hold hands To share kisses To give hugs..

The Omnipresent Fear

In the morning, it’s coronavirus, At noon, it’s coronavirus again And the night does not remain silent...

The untameable

Blue as the mighty ocean Calm as the breeze Like a painted picture All fresh and new..

Summer breeze and Autumn leaves

I love it when the warm breeze blows through my messy hair when the hot sun warms me up when I look up and all I can see is the clear blue sky..

The Nymph of Kangleipak

A gay morning, the sun peeps in through the iron-mage of the window, Falls on tender face of the nymph that lay asleep...

A Beautiful Mind

‘What day is it today?’ ‘Friday.’ ‘Ah, there you are!’..

Fresco of Void

My stormy love searching for you engulfed in dark drifting clouds of troubled torment pregnant with torrents of fiery sorrows come blasting down on the innocence of my soul ..

Far away from reality

Reaching out to the darkness A place where I truely belong Lost in the light ..

The Friday Evening Blues

I’m normally a late riser. But today I wake to a clear blue sky The herald of the arrival of spring...

The Ant

Our close and loving neighbour, Tireless and giant worker, Champion and mocker of winter,..

Beauty in the Dark

Why does the sky look pretty when I’m upset ? Why does it sparkle in the darkness all alone ? ..

Birds at Dusk

A boy flies a kite in the afternoon sky. An old man looks at the boy and his kite..

A Morsel of Food

My love is dead. In life, she was beautiful. In death, she is cold..

A Wintery Song

Clumps of snow, on a tree’s bough, It hangs down low, as a freezing air blow, The lakes in the Amazon have tuned into sheets of ice..

The Ant

Our close and loving neighbour, Tireless and giant worker, Champion and mocker of winter,..

Beneath our hearts

Not every roses smells good Not every faces tell the truth ..

The Old Man in the Afternoon

I am in my sixties But says the boy in me, ‘I am not proud of you.’..

From Dawn till Dusk

         K RadhakumarA late riser, I always missThe metamorphosis of dawn into morning.I am getting oldAnd it dawns on me nowI do miss much.There is no excuse for itThere is no excuse for it.The end is not conceived..

The Strange Boy

  Rashmi Elangbam On a bright afternoon before the church bells rang I saw a boy on top of the roof A boy in a black hoodywhose name I know not I saw How he stayed still like a statueHow his eyes looked around the worldas though it was a pictureI saw..

Ethel's Wedding Journey

Unforgettable journey of laughs and tears, Long,but inexhaustible journey. When spring breeds love within every soul,..

Chasing a wonderland

Before the clock strike twelve Before the sun rose bright I woke up to chase the fading stars..

The Chirp of a Sparrow

A bird Hit by a slingshot Fatally wounded And about to die..

2020

The Twelfth Night is long over; Today is 26 January 2020. Can I say I am well into 2020?..

Loving Death

When I die Lay my body in the soft, green grass decorate my hair with all kinds of flower All blue, black and green ..

A Picnic by the Pond

It’s a nice day; We go for a picnic. All my family enjoy picnicking...

The Car Washed Shampoo

Tyranny is mankind to thee! Thou are forced to flow amidst the dirt surface of Car Though thy maker destined thee to flow amidst royal lady's hair...

The lonely Moon

Shining in the lonely sky All alone Nobody by your side..

Where Vultures Dare

No truth can be crucified In this wonderful world...

The City of Darkness

There are many deaths Among the elderly this winter One of the coldest in recent years. The incessant rain,..

City lights

Beyond the road Beyond the highway lies a little sweet place that’s filled with sunshine, love and warmth..

A Wintry Number

In the place where I was born Heavy fogs do not cover the mornings; Here, away from home ..

Voices of the Stars

How beautiful you are in this dark, busy night how beautiful you look ..

Nightingales in Winter

Wintry weather, Wintry landscape And a wintry sun!..

Hidden Depths

The sun shines all day And has no complaints. The sun’s gone to bed To rise in time...

A Pretty girl in the Ants’ Nest

Boys in the market square Turn to look at her; She can hear the whispering of the evening...

The Vow

Those vivid memories I still remember The monsoon rain That unsettled umbrella..

My way only

Walk carefully Or fall . Balance it Or get cut ...

The Early Winter’s Song

The overcrowded jail (Jails are overcrowded these days) Lets out a piercing shriek...

Title: Square one?

Who am I to speak out? Who am I to question? That's right, I never have a voice..

The Rat on the Run

I am a rat. My tragedy is Nobody likes me...

One Word of Truth

2019. 2019 AD. My presence here in this place In the year of our Lord 2019 When I wonder about My place in the cosmos – Well, it’ll be forgotten in the year 2020, Let alone a hundred years hence...

Disoriented mind

Closing eyes at every turn Rubbing my feet together Shaky hands and sweaty browns..

Epilogue to Nambul Nostalgia

The river I grew up with The river that has stopped crying The 'Cry' that has launched a thousand cries..

Anecdotes, a Fable and Refugee Blues

The sun sinks below the horizon And life oozes out of the day...

That peaceful moment

Cycling in ecstasy and calmness Feeling the wind touch my skin My legs are tired..

Cry Of A Dying River...100

I am no longer the river I was once I am dying a man-made death Oh! dear people living along the river banks ..

The Sun on the Western Horizon

Last night I couldn’t sleep; I kept tossing and turning in bed Well into the small hours..

A kind being

She lives in a pretty house Surrounded by trees and ponds Every time I go there ..

Cry Of A Dying River...99

I am no longer the river I was once The river that pours her heart out ... Flow Nambul flow..

Khwairamband By Night

From early in the morning till late in the evening People sell and buy goods at Khwairamband In the very heart of Imphal...

Cry of a dying river 98

I am no longer the river I was once Not even the Tennyson 'Brook ' I may not 'go on forever '..

The right one just for me

I seek not perfection in you Neither beauty nor the best But the right one just for me..

Dream

Standing on the square, I dreamt a dream Standing and sleeping..

Kill me only once

Kill me only once; I wish to die thousands times on her smile; I create neither metaphor nor simile;..

Someday

Someday you will cry for me Like I cried for you. Someday you'll miss me..

Story's end

O, I would tell soul’s story to the end, Psyche on bruised feet walking the hard ways,..

For you, I gave up everything

The sweetness of honey, I shall never taste again Never shall I experience the gait Gripping a grip of someone..

I understand

The way you looked that night Sitting there staring at the moon Your face was full of curiosity and life ..

Cry Of A Dying River...97

I am no longer the river I was once The river that dares to imagine In a robotic world of machination and mechanization ..