Poetry

Dr Ranbir LaishramPeace.Only peace.The weary soul seeks.World drowned in chaos.Forged by false glitter of arsenals.Hollow roar of might.Valleys scarred by endless fire.Rivers choked with strife's echoes.Manipur's hills whisper.Valley winds plead:Enough.Le..

Aribam Surjeet SharmaIt was one evening of an autumn day.Grandma, sitting under a champak treeAnd looking at me playing in the orchard,Was in contemplation, not sharing my joy.Me a little girl, and she an old woman,Our lives were to overlap only brieflyA..

Chongtham RonikumarIt flows downstream. Hardly upward , When storming troubles are. A thousand miles aheadOf my largest opponentIn swimming and sinking together. Many later comersMay realize my bombarded boat, Is to be taken to shore...

Randhir ThiyamIn Manipur, the bonds have come undone,Once covalent with trust, now torn apart.Old lattices of kinship start to run,To entropy, decay at nature’s heart.The social solvent boils with heat and fear,Activation energy supplied by hate.Sma..

Chongtham RonikumarThe quiet silhouette of Nongyeen,An indigenous bird in Kangleipak,Stands against barriers to the full moon.Glaring at my mother,Once in my lifeI lose my temperWith safety valve to my grandfatherTo scatter unwise groundsThey should not b..

Aribam Surjeet SharmaA strange love it is, my love for her,I can't get very much close to herAnd also I can't get away from her.Like the fulmoon remaining far away,She also remains far away from me,Although her radiance reaches meBut, it is a love that ke..

Randhir ThiyamThe New Year reloads—love is the only update worth installing.Hate still runs legacy code, crashing nations on launch.Faith was meant to be a bridge, not a border checkpoint.God never asked for uniforms; conscience did the talking.Trut..

Aribam Surjeet SharmaI, a creature made of flesh and blood,Find the beauty of flesh and bloodIn the other gender very very irresistibleSomething biologically conditioned.Yes, some say, such beauty is skin deepAnd inner beauty issuing from the soulIs the f..

Randhir ThiyamWhen will the NEBULA burn off?When will it crack open?That thick cloud smothering Manipur’s map—Weather forecast says it’s a cyclone from Delhi.A fog so thick,It’s blinding the eyes of the people.When will the Centre..

Dr Ranbir LaishramLife is fragile—morning dew,here at dawn, gone by noon.We are but momentsin a river's ceaseless flow.Today, we breathe, laugh, love.Tomorrow is a storyWaiting to be told.Our names fadeLike footsteps in sand.The wind comes—Era..

Echel AchomWalls have ears,Doors have eyes Trees have voices Roses fall white And the light dies down What you thoughtwasn’t what it was everyone tells liesthat’s just that..

Randhir ThiyamIndia—a vast canvas  where democracy was once painted in bold strokes.Now the colours run, thinned by money’s rain and muscle’s wind.The Constitution glows like a lantern in a room no one enters.Votes..? Swipe card, sw..

Aribam Surjeet SharmaThe verdict had been deliveredAnd I had won the case,Fighting for a minister's sonAccused of killing a boy his age.Cheerful handshakesAnd warm embraces in our camp;Impotent rage, downcast eyesAnd tears in the other camp.I looked at th..

Chongtham Ronikumar Why did Sita's fate Fall into the fire's core When she passed The flames of Agni - puja?I have done true things For my homeland and my people ,Yet I feel myself shrinking,Like a timid little cat,Before the judgment of the public.I keep..

Aribam surjeet SharmaTwo lines parallel to one anotherAre destined never to meet one another,However far you extend them,Even to the edge of the universe.Two lovers who are star-crossedAre destined never to find fruition in their love,However much they lo..

Randhir ThiyamThis is called war, they say—yet feels erased,A people edited out, line by line.Ethnic cleansing, whispered, then rephrasedAs “policy,” stamped with a proxy’s sign.A joint venture inked in shadows and smoke,Where sile..

Dr Ranbir Laishram In the weave of survival,the breath of togetherness—between I and we.Between I and we,we live each day,searching for gentle ways.Between what endsand what begins,we hold the breaththat turns the world.The sun rises.he heart hopes...

Echel AchomI see tulips, The flowers waving their petalsAs if sharing a secret.And then I don’t see them I see another vivid image But it disappeared before I could register it I see grassBut why is the grass stained blood redI hear a soft whisperOr..

Dr Ranbir LaishramI left you long ago—not by choice,to save my life,to save the family I carry within.I left you—bare and open,under the heavy shadowof forced displacement’s hand.Forgive me—I could not save you;to stay was to drown..

Chongtham Ronikumar Come out, my native people Do not hide in distant lands Where sympathy may fade And hearts may harden Not to injure their foreign hearts.Do you all want to fall Silent and unnoticed -As on the day During the Prime Ministership Of Late..

Premananda MangsatabamWe did not leave our homes—our homes were torn away from us.The walls we painted with laughter,the courtyards where our mothersdried the last harvest of peace—all of it now lives only in memory,soft as dusk,sharp as broke..

Aribam Surjeet SharmaThe child looks very vulnerableAnd have an uneasy fearful look Yet, trying very hard to feel secured In the protective arms of the mother;But no idea a brutal vicious endAwaits him and his dear mother.The menacing glares of their capt..

Maibam RomiyoThe kingdom’s clock strikes odd hours,Ticking not for the people but for the powers.Dawn arrives at midnight, dusk at noon.All because His Highness said so too soon.He signs decrees like throwing darts,Missing the map but wounding heart..

Chongtham RonikumarDoes everyone want to be an unworthy toy ,Played by unwelcomed jesters , never their own joy ?Living for others, not for freedom's voice!Have you seen the monk, weighed by sins ,Walking for pavement of rebirth's grim spins ?Is this the..

Dr Ranbir LaishramWhen survivalbecomes our only compass—when every step aheadfeels like walking through storms.When chaosshakes hands with order,and orderslips back into chaos.When scarcity overshadows abundance,and tired heartshide themselvesin the..