Creative Writings

The so called 'life'In her shoesIs build with her efforts not yours?She is what she is.You are what you are.But once in your life,Walk in her shoes.Then dare to judge,With your dialect.That blatantly judges her,Judge other hers. -Tanishka Jain...

I always wake up in the middle of the night thinking It's absolutely alright to scrub all the layers of 'Barnacles' that covered 'my essence' locked somewhere deeper inside the 'Davy Jones' Locker' millions of light years deeper inside the galactic oceans of this ever expanding, infinite universe.I rebel against my own 'self' infinite births ago; still carrying the fire of being the ultimate 'odorator' of my own 'ethos'.Repositioning myself every moment, whirling like a lunatic 'Sufi' on the melodies of my own self-discovered divine 'Guitar' once probably owned by...

Expected procedures,Has been going on for years,As generation is changing,Practices are also changing,So learn not to except but accept,The not expected procedures.~ Taniskha Jain...

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 is time for you to go through the yellowed pages again The words speak to you and you to the words. You dress up your sister as a witch for a fancy-dress competition You philosophize like King Macbeth When your dreams fall apart, somebody asks, "How much do you earn...

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 colourful orchids displays her pride Oh the land so rich with ethnic traditions and cultures Beautiful are the women of thy land On the hill top, the village church stands majestically As the church bell rings in melody Overwhelming warmth and pleasant nature of her folks It's a beautiful land...

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 wiped away their fears. Sinner, savior, soldier Who am I? Uddipana Goswami (Courtesy: Green Tin Trunk, Uddipana Goswami, Authorpress, 2014)...

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 we survive severance, deprivation, loss. Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark hissing their menace to our lives, most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror, rendered unlovely and unlovable; rendered are we and all our passionate surrender but somehow tenderness survives. Dennis Brutus (A poem by South African poet...

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 to the air. Mist filled with sorrow, A nation in chains, Enslaved till death … Time fades into nothingness, Like dust in the wind. A bondage waiting to be broken Or will it remain unbroken? (Courtesy: The Storyteller, Corrina Khyojano Humtsoe, 2014, Published by The Community Transformation Centre, Dimapur, Nagaland)...

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, A Collection of Women's Poetry, Department of English, Kohima College, Kohima, 2017, Heritage Publishing House3, Dimapur, Nagaland)...

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? After all, when another country is ready to pay for my development and my sustenance, Why should I shed my blood and my tears fighting such a benevolent country? If Law and justice were the regional propriety of a multicultural world, and there was no universal law proceeding from the...