When your engineer friend goes abroad and spends money lavishly you wish you had not majored in the Humanities. When he takes photos of Stratford-upon-Avon, You look at your small personal library and plant kisses on the dust-covered tragedies. It…

The land of the majestic green hills and rivers Where the mighty and brave headhunters walked once upon a time A land so fertile and fruitful A masterpiece of God’s own hand As the beautiful rhododendron blooms And the wild…

I fired a screech through The barrel of a gun It invaded the laughter Of a family and Changed it into tears. I fired a screech through The barrel of my gun It invaded the sighs Of my people And…

Somehow we survive and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither. Investigating searchlights rake our naked unprotected contours; over our heads the monolithic decalogue of fascist prohibitions glowers and teeters for a catastrophic fall; boots club on the peeling door. But somehow…

Corrina Humtsoe Mountains loom high, Mead and vales, Lush forest beneath. A single brook gurgles happily, Thru’ the fragrance-filled orchards. Songs of birds fill the air, Little animals in the woods. A pleasant land, One may s’pose. Yet gloom clings…

Emisenla Jamir ‘We want at least, one of your daughters for our son,’ they said. Really? Either one? As if they were doing us a favour. As if We were two goats On the market for sale. (Courtesy: Woven Words,…

If “revelation” was just a creation of man pretending to be God; and if human history was just a fairy tale of monkeys evolving into man; Then why should I waste my time defending my unique history and my lands?…

A name That always comes to mind In pain or in joy In fears or in courage A name we all call Mother, Mother Loving all in all To wake u for our times To feed us for our strength…

Life has not been easy As you drift apart for a reason You keep yourself busy Why I have to face all those season. You missed all those days of green Past can never be seen. As you someday I’ll…

Do you know with what lightness we ignited our world? At first, we learnt to wonder from streams of smoke, then, the predicament of conscience from ants, and then, the melodrama of love from flowers, even the coordinates of rituals…