The familiar tracks frequented by toiling farmers
Are lost to the spreading lines of blackness
That stretches its colonising claws from cities,
Crawling maliciously towards the emerald hillocks.
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It brings noise, smoke, greed, and filth.
Hungry faces poke out from four-by-fours
Looking for game, sniffing for adventure,
Scanning for impressions on the forest floor.
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Gone are the...
A jar of pickleof the finest Naga chilliesthat do not drip of oilor lose its tasteto sour vinegarbut has just the right amountof ginger and garlicin ‘knots’ and clovesthat whoever eats of itwill know by its distinctnessthat surely there has not been a matchof greatness and details that is...
I tried baking poetry today
I took a mixing bowl and gently let
1 cup of words
4 eggs of imagination
250 ml of milky passion
1/2 teaspoon of rhetoric
1 drop of witty essence
I whisked the mixture
Until all the ingredients blended together
I poured the entire mixture onto a sheet of parchment paper
And left it...
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He met a girl at Shirui Kashong, lonely and sad,
Who wanted to know how much land he had;
“Enough to bury me at least,” he tried to be funny.
She said, “I want a lovely valley with bees and honey.”
He said she was right.
He met another girl by the Loktak lake,...
We laugh like it’s 1992
We dance like the Britney song will never end,
We drink from our plastic cups watching the stars disappear
Some enchanting evening with our jitters and our glitters,
Slow dancing to I don’t want to miss a thing
We don’t want to miss a thing, do we?
From chasing paper...
THIS transient seasonthe plants get to pause from all the growingthe ground is not soft and not fine enough to be blown off the roadthe farmers store seeds
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in barns...
He left her.But she got herself another man,Soon before the neighbours knew.A handsomer one this time;Though he didn’t know which tie went with which shirt,He just knew how to make her feel good. When each morning she got out of bedTo find the table so neatly laid.He knew just the...
Oh, Fall! Thou art too easy on the eyes
With the crunch of russet leaves underfoot.
What sweet flaming leaves! Enthralled by the bise,
That force thine to dilly-dally afoot.
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October! Thou maketh mine days so vibrant,
Gazing thee every morn is mine best-loved.
Thou hugged the hills dear and make mine heart pliant,
Never...
You cannot break me more than my flesh allows –
You may think you have when my cheeks get moist;
And think too I bleed, whene’er I bow my head.
You may think you have won, and for it you carouse –
You may have a flag which your audience hoist;
But I’d had...
I long to sing the song of the sun;Run wild barefooted on the sun-dried grass;Pluck and suck on the sun-kissed berriesUntil my lips turn into dark budding roses.I want my vision filled with sunsetsThat can turn the entire sky lilac.I want to hold the sun in my bosomAnd warm...