Sunday, July 14, 2024

Creative Writings

Creative Writings

To mothers…

Longrangty Longchar Amma I know, I would still be that child in your eyes, That straddling mother hen. Forever I know, and I see the future of the children. And I know, how you see your byes. Forever. God blessed me with you. Years gone by I have seen through tears, yet joy, by and by This Mother's Day. See through them all Of grandchildren, a son, a daughter ~ the call Of Happy Mother's Day An epitome of love… Remember that Hallmark Card that said… Our story, of year...
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To The First Naga Lady Doctor

(Elegy written on the 9thAnniversary of Late Dr. K.K. Angami) Nine years have passed and I still feel so blue When I think of you, doctor of renown. And how I wish I could bid you adieu Before the harsh storms of age blew you down. And when I think of how these many years Your resting place to visit dared not I, In grief cries out my heart, and I have fears That I may with regret live till I die. For though I dreamed to come and comfort...
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Kohima- Land of Peace

The dark clouds have hiddenThe beautiful green valesAnd The lights from each homesFormed glorious hillocks .As I took the lone evening walk,It Seemed so soothing -each moment.A city at night, KohimaWith no hustles-bustlesAnd serenity reigns the air.Where is the night life? Some sighed!The night is calm and breezy,As always!They call it a feminist's hue and cry,But there is no eve tease.In the dark alley,Or by the road sideThat preety girl laughing awayThe jokes of the four-wheeler.Where, in the day of salvationAnd A piece of peace yearning hidden behind those chuckles.Peace-...
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Showers of rain

The smoke from burning the saw dustKeeping away the mosquitoes,The drizzles into our open varandahMoisting my borrowed A4 size papers,A temporary homeA random work tableA banana or an unsweetened tea?But never a perfect museWhile the rain lashes on …I have found my peace,In the midst of insect bitesSomewhere not home-sweet-homeBeside the newest graveyard of a dear uncle,In the littlest of diction that flowsWithin my heart, showers of blessingFor I have found the peaceThat comes from above and within. Kikruneinuo ZB LiezietsuKohima Village...
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Smoked Pork in Axone

You see, they sayThe smoke in the meat and the umami pungency is vital.This lends to the taste, its unique flavour.Axone, the beloved of many.The Sumi calls it her daily sustenance. From the meek soybean to the viscous pasteA labour of love and care.To warrant that the paste lingers in the precise humidityAs it is snuggled into the bamboo basket lined with teak leaves.The warmth of the sunlight by dayAnd the balm of the fireplace by nightTo resurrect on the third day. The crackle in the peeling away of the...
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My First Home

The purest of love,The anchor of life,Mama of all dramas,Teachers who never get paid,You love me more thanI can love myself. Your womb- my first home,Your son's first love,Your daughter's last.My forever inspiration. You keep my table clean,The only one who asks where I've been,You protect me! Mothers create wonders.Was and will be the safest home,Your heartbeat kept me alive,It was magic between your thighsYou could handle this rough tide.Still, like ocean strides,When I go astray, you are my natural guide.Always by my side. There is grace in your pride,You...
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SHE

“SHE” is a woman of not just compromise but affirmation too!She, who embraces your sins as blunder,And prays for forgiveness, for the innocence that she only sees in youShe, who would walk up to Heaven or Hell if she could,Just to question the pain that you’re going throughShe, whom God replaced his angels with to look after youShe, who has fought wars and bears battle scarsJust to see you living freeShe, who has might and wisdom endowed;Yet chooses to let you set your willShe, who has led nations to victory...
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The Walk

Watitsungla T Aier It was just another day,When the sunset and the sun rose,Just another day when the wind was travelling to collect tales to tell me later,The flowers swaying to his whims and fancies. The road seemed smoother and all the puddles were left untouched by me,The bright pink could not be stained with brown spots,The two pigtails should stay in place,The finely scrubbed hands should stay neat. The pink rucksack made a rhythmic sound with every step I took,I remembered the Flora classic pencil with its pink flowers,...
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This March 8….

#choose to challengePangs of pandemicPrevileges of pridePositions of abusersPrejudices of power#choose to challengeTyranny in traditionsInjustice in intoleranceDistress in dominationBlisters in burdens.#choose to challengeGlass ceilings of glamourPrice tags of politicsJokes of sexismHatred of assumptions.#choose to challengeCommunities of complacencyCommonalities of casteismCultures of conflictCollaborative compromises.#choose to challengeExcesses of exploitationExperiences of extremismElitist extravagenceEmpowered silences. Samhita Barooah...
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Perfect and Flaw!

Is she stupid?Cause she is tall,But she wear heels,Hahaha,She is definitely mad!Cause she is short,But like flats.Such an hoodoo he is!Cause he is cute,But nobody likes him.Proud is all he is!Cause he is handsome,And has a girlfriend too.There are perfects,There are flaws,And this is fact!And everything matters,Till your lifeline is.So learn to live,Laugh and love,With it!~ Taniskha Jain...
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