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Amnesia- A New Faith        Beer Purkhako Santan Hoa Timi An Elegy to Amnesia You are the children of your brave ancestors The earth is wet with your sweat and blood Let you take the enlightened path of your ancestors and lead by setting some proud examples To count among those who took care of the welfare of life and this earth To value the simple Daurosurwal* With a Dhaga Topi* on one’s head, a Khukuri* wrapped to one’s waist Wearing clarity and fearlessness on your chests Let you march ahead towards  light Let you be together, work together as one human tribe Man and nature hand in hand Let you etch and pass down the story of your nation and soil You are the children of your brave ancestors   Translation of the poem “ Beer Purkhako Santan Hoa Timi ” by B.B.Gurung From the book of Nepali poems “Pratham Koseli” by Rustam Gurung  & B.B.Gurung Daurosurwal- Traditional attire of the Nepali people worn b...

Naga Headhunters pose for the Headshot

                                                Light Bowl- A Pause in Progress On my way back I met the children of progress at the tracks of time It was a dumb crowd too absorbed in their talks and diatribes as they kept coming and going in their class equipped trains Its mighty railway engine drove them up and down the wheel of prosperity  From the dust the little circus twins emerged And began to crawl with their drum, iron hoops and bowls Putting on cheap acrobatics at the station For the passengers and the mercy of their rupee No one held their hands and lift them up No one asked them whether they were tired Nameless they were what they were: Dust which we trampled over and over Inspired by our 21 st century megalomania My heart yelled at the revelers asking if these poor little clowns were travelling with us They ...

Train of Thought This Train of thought is leading me again A ride to the destination of fame; A future of discovery and prosperity Away from this home My home of presence and gratitude Away from this garden This paddy, these livestock This wilderness and this innocence Here and Now The Metropolis is in sight Megastructures of the human mind and genius There I met a soul Explaining to me Megalomania I believed I was one of them Congregated in delirium Hill Engineers building Utopia The architect of Metropolis Here and Now Yet I suffered like some grand thief Overcome by phantasmagoria    Clouded by paranoia and grief Seeking like a mad man for a piece of solitude In the land of Dystopia I cursed that fucking train which brought me here My body and mind Amputated In this Pâturage de l'oubli Here and Now Then I hear the alarm bells of my chaos fade out To the sound of a blues rhythm Into the metallic chuggin...

Dedicated to Kris who like a beautiful chorus of a bird filled our hearts with joy and left us yearning to hear more. God bless you with peace                                                          In the Presence of Light There is a crowd in the banks Gathered before a thick fog to thank the one who sustains The Dhansiri river runs its course down with the gravity of nature The dawn is here  It appears like a chariot drawn by pink and crimson horses Young and brazen forward she comes baring her breasts The oil lamps burn on top of baskets filled with offer   And the trucks wheel up to the sand mines to carry their load of civilization Some Women take a bold dip into the cold river  With their prayers to perform an ancient ritual Steadfast to their abstinence and fasting That starte...

                       Sabitri Heisnam (LEFT)  in the play 'Pebbet' at Northeastern Hill University Shillong,  Meghalaya             Ima:  A verse in dedication of Ima Sabitri Devi The harmony of humanity in her lips Ima swirled like magic A child like playfulness springs her toes Ima brought us warmth and surprise Offering us her harvest of joy We must be selfish not to understand Ima’s love Tightfisted to embrace the language of the heart The cacophonic insanity of our virulent civilization has drowned her melody Ima, oh Ima, weep no more I shall awake free from this memoir of terror To kiss the harmony on your lips To welcome this morning that shall be no man’s property