Poetry

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 ..

Quiet They Went Away

The baby cries. The young mother flies along And takes it to her breast...

I happily cry

Without stealing, she stole away my heart And I, I stood still Gazing the way she smiles...

Soul Sister

My fire of hopes keep burning low But she lights it for me She is far, but near..

Cry Of A Dying River...95

I am no longer the river I was once I love Loktak as much as you do I am bewitched as you are by Loktak's beauty..

For Your Eyes Only

My next-door neighbour and I We the two of us Love walking in the hills...

The heart of an empowering woman

Her parents taught her how to be kind . Father taught her strength Mother taught her love and endurance ...

In You I Find My Sunset

Sunset my destiny My pilgrimage ever since My end and my begining..

Cry Of A Dying River...94

I am no longer the river I was once The river known by different names at different places Telling tales of hidden untold stories The 'Abulok ' joined by the 'Irung ' stream at the source Forming the pristine confluence point Then began the riverine journey as 'Kangchup' river Flowing down through and caressing the Taothong village The river that nestles awhile at Iroisemba Whistling the wind for a rendezvous with 'Luwanglee ' -the 'Iroisemba Irong ' Thus was born a sacred shrine at ..

Looking Forward to a Sexy Evening

I cannot make myself at home In my own house. In the evening, I do not read; I do not watch television...

Softly Coo the Wild Pigeons

There is a popular belief here In this part of the world The dead make their yearly visit Of the living..

Cry Of A Dying River...93

I am no longer the river I was once The river that is in search of a meaning Meaning of being and nothingness ..

Loneliness

Is this really a life? Being in the crowd, I do feel being alone Pain in my heart makes me very weak..

"In love with the night "

The sun lit everything around him But, couldn't quite light his soul Being around the bright smiles ..

Take Me Home

I was born in the country And city life was my childhood dream. I lived in the country Where dogs barked at night..

Cry Of A Dying River...92

I am no longer the river I was once The river that has been rendered incapable Of nurturing planktons and water-weeds ..

The Enchantress

I see the tall trees , I see the delicate grasses , I feel the glistening water , I breath in the pure air ,..

The ten in between

Woke up in a bed of golden flowers . As time went by they withered , And turned into bloody thrones ..

Cry Of A Dying River...91

I am no longer the river I was once The river that keeps getting narrower and narrower The river whose width is inching closer to a diminutive drainage ..

A Good Place to Spend the Night

The sun has set The evening primroses have opened And the evening star is seen in the western sky...

A Rainy Morning in Summer

I dream of a beautiful country Peopled by beautiful minds And highly cultured persons. My beautiful country..

Cry Of A Dying River...90

I am no longer the river I was once The river rooted in the ancient civilization of Kangleipak The river that had been nurtured and protected ..

An Euphoric Day Of Freedom

Streets rumbling with toddlers,their cheery faces and gleaming eyes, Fistful of sweets, tricolour flag and clothes filled with saffron dyes...

That Jungle of a Garden

In my dream I was climbing trees Jumping from one branch to another..

Cry Of A Dying River...89

I am no longer the river I was once The river that flows in a deep sea of worries and anxieties ..

A Beautiful Mind

i wake up with a terrible hangover an acute hangover too lazy to think too weak to move..

Cry Of A Dying River...88

I am no longer the river I was once The river that cries for BABYSANA A 'Living Moon' of her Parents ..

The World Turned Upside Down

I do not have the imaginative empathy With my subject – The harsh countenance of the age, The predicament of the hard times..

Cry Of A Dying River...87

I am no longer the river I was once The river that is in love with moody monsoon ..

My Lil’ Hamlet

Yearning engulfs me as I recall my lil’ Hamlet, Sadly veiled by (the dark) mountains and (the) gloomy skies; Forbids me the last glimpse, Reminiscing my only comfort wish!..

Cry Of A Dying River...86

I am no longer the river I was once The river that longs for this time of the year When monsoon sets in amidst heat and dust Of men's crazy craze for destruction and pollution ..

An Endless Summer

No rain Ah, no rain For days on end. Heat rises. People suffer at the workplace;..

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird..

Cry Of A Dying River...85

I am no longer the river I was once The river that is showered with flurry of feelings and ferments The river that is accorded with environ actions and attentions Something hitherto unknown unseen unheard of..

Deadly Summer

Barren plants Waiting for a wet summer! This summer is cruel to a childless couple. Still, not a drop of rain..

Cry of a downtrodden State-4

I am crying lonely at night, Crying of seeing the flatter, Crying in search of flotsam Crying hesitantly...

Cry Of A Dying River...84

I am no longer the river I was once The river whose time has come To ask to speak to question "Am I happy to see multitude of Nambul enthusiasts ..

The Naked Smile

It is a cliché to say I come with nothing And with nothing I will go. It takes all these years ..

Cry of a downtrodden State 3

I am crying, Crying in search of love, Crying in search of honesty, Where are you hiding...

Cry Of A Dying River...83

I am no longer the river I was once The river that has been for decades In the silent mode and moody moods ..

Cry Of A Dying River...82

I am no longer the river I was once The river natural made unnatural ..

Forty Winks

The good news is Rain is forecast for tomorrow. What a relief!..

A Shadowy Figure

The divorce Between thought and action! Ah, there it is! An eternal gap. There is no question of Bridging the gap No matter how hard one tries...

Cry Of A Dying River...81

I am no longer the river I was once The river that remembers... The summer of early Nineties A project by the name of 'Nambul Project ' Delivered by 'Delhi Durbar ' "Nambul must be cleaned and saved Nambul must be dredged to prevent increasing siltation and floods " The State 'Experts' whose expertise of/on river(s) deserves a prize Put into work the newly acquired JCVs And thereby hanged a tale of outrageous tales...

On the unseen river

Flowing endlessly as dreams are floating in the hope of spring. Would you be the ripples closer to the banks like perennial love to me. Never did the sun shine before. ..

Cry of a downtrodden State 2

If there is a life, There will be a ray of hope. If there is a kingdom, There will be a king or ruler. If there is a kingship, Kingship knows no kingship...

Schoolchildren in the Park

When a light rain began to fall The afternoon shone with happiness. What a welcome change! The schoolchildren couldn’t stop laughing. They whistled, they jumped, they ran… A thin blouse ..

Cry Of A Dying River...78

I am no longer the river I was once The river that has been an integral element In the historic birth of 'Nupi Keithel ' An inalienable ally of the evolution of 'Ima Keithel ' A unique market of women exclusively run by women The only one of its kind found nowhere else The river that bears testimony to women's power How Nambul loves re-living the memory Of blazing British Bayonets bowing down To the indomitable spirit and 'never-give-up' character of 'Imas' of 'Ima Keithel '...

A constellation of Five

When life gives you lemon And nothing works out Sometimes gaze lingering tirelessly Watching the passing horizon Wishing for that time When everything will be over The flickering lights at the far end Moving back and forth across the street Talks about a never-ending journey Mind seeking for a solace ..

Summertime Blues

Today is a very, very hot summer’s day. He thinks it is now high summer And remembers the last spring...

Cry Of A Dying River...77

I am no longer the river I was once There was once a time when Nambul flows with turns and twist An era when Nambul Speaks with gurgles and twirls A certain time in the riverine ecosystem When Nambul sings lullabies A chapter in the riverine story When Nambul produces peals of laughter A lap in the riverine aquatic journey When Nambul soothes shattered souls...

No Escape from the Real World

The headlines remind me of the old adage: The youth of today Are the pillars of society tomorrow. I think I am not a father figure in my locality But one of the many drunken drivers Of the municipal corporation...

Cry Of A Dying River...76

I am no longer the river I was once The river that flows through a tiny valley of The largest democracy on Earth A democracy where elections are the biggest festivals Festivals of 'machine ' 'money ' and 'muscle ' manifestations /powers..