I’ll be Home Soon

Just a few days more…

I tell myself,

Though my shit isn’t as bad.

Yesterdays

I am re-visiting the past today,
just like I did yesterday,
And I am sure to go back tomorrow,
To be with dear people I know,
In places which no longer exist,
To relive experiences missed,

When it Pours on Kohima

When it pours down on Kohima in October,You fetch your sweater or a light shawl,

Your feet are cold but just slightly.

Your Mom takes out her knitting set and wool,

And you sit by the fire and warm your toes.

The aromatic rice in the cooker is alluring,

Worms do not Compare

Some only look up,

Picking and socializing,

Undaunted by Words.

The Sounds of the Night

Every sound is amplified, every feeling gets exaggerated.

The roosters crow in the distance, though the clock only says twelve.

Cries of a baby emerge from the house below, the mother shushes.

The Tree by the Lake

The water in the lake evaporates,

hungry dogs in the shade repose,

sweat runs down my back.

The road burns my soles

as I walk under the scorcher.

Let us Go Back

The past holds the future.

Don’t be chased. Don’t be chained.

Forget it and we tumble.

Go back and make peace.

Candies

Crying for candies,

getting it stuck to my hair,

dropping it on the ground,

A Farmer’s Shed

 

There can’t be a greater sin than breaking into a farmer’s shed.

A tattered hut built from collected and begged scraps,

Made to stand on salvaged, old but reliable poles of timber,

cut open oil tin cans nailed to unwanted planks for walls.

The Best Waiting Place

On many warm afternoons,

I would sit at a neighbor’s front yard,

Alone on a wooden bench,

that had a shine from excessive use.

Paper Boats (Haiku)

The Guava Tree

Behind our house used to be a guava tree,

Where my brother and I often sat for free.

Leaning against its cool creamish trunk,

Enmity and Amity (Diamante)

Enmity

Timorous, rebellious,

Resenting, doubting, guarding,

Our Earth is Slipping

Earth is slipping,

And we are sleeping.

Plains are flooded,

The forest is gutted.

Bondage and Freedom

Life –

Aggrieved, Wretched,

Lamenting, Oppressing, Despairing, Jousting,