Poetry

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 ..

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..