Nagaland,

A tale of poverty and poor conditions,Living under impoverished circumstances?Drinking tears live you anyhow,Somehow passing your days of lifeIn sorrow, trouble, pain.Bharat ki garib bitia,Kaisei kahun tumhari kahani,Ek kahani garibi and garib awasthayon ki,Garib mei rahatin huyin?Anshu pikar rahati ho tum,Kisi tarah jindagi basar karti huyinDukha, kashta, vedana mei.

Suspicious ofIf somebody is seeing herAnd her conservative dadKeeping a watch overHer natural and spontaneous smiles.

The girl is as such,No less than a flowerOr a dream.The eyes so lovely-lovely,The face so attractive,A tryst with pants and the brushTo sketch her,Her cheeks and lips and looks.

Predating the Indus Valley,Mohenjo-Daro and Harappa,The Iron and the Bronze AgeDating back to the Stone AgeSo agrarian and pastoralTelling of a civilizationThat flourished in BalochistanNear QuettaOn the banks of the Bolan river.The archaeological site of MehrgarhFull of antiquities and antiques,Stone sculptures and figurines,Art and artifactsAnd the pottery workAnd the mounds of rubbleExcavatory and exploratoryTelling of…

Did he single them outAs examples?A poet dovetailing,Tagging imagesAnd the thingsIn a vortex.A poet from LahoreOf DehradunAnd AllahabadTelling about life, things and times.

The Pamban bridgeWith a whistleEnteringAnd crossingAt RameswaramCrossingThe trackDangerouslyIt connectsThe islandWith the mainland,RameswaramA sea bridgeWith a broad gaugeOn concrete piersAnd with the basculeOn the midwaySo adventurousAnd awesome too in passing over.

You just think about it,You just feel about it?Taking daru, what have you, what have you made yourself,You just see your face in the mirrorAnd think about it.What had you been, what have you become,You just see your face in the mirrorAnd say you?Daru, daru, native or foreign, but wine,Wine, wine, intoxication intoxication,Drink you, but…

How did it beat for,Someone who turns dearer and dearerAs for time, circumstance and situationOn whose thresholdThis life is placed on,The corner-stone of time,The passage through which one comes and passes out,Enters and exitsThat want I to discuss it here.Kadambari Devi, it had not been the fault of yours that you loved,Loved someone,Gave your heart…

On the highland,Into the down territoryI see them,See the Naga villageIndigenous and tribal.A Naga villageAgainst a hillyAnd wooded backgroundIs a solitary villageIn the midst of the wild greenery.

Took you too disown your ownAnd turned youAn ardent lover of,Ever ready to emulate themLike Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi in pants and shirtsAnd you sailed across, crossing over the seven seas to dislodge all that isGood in us,Negating nativity and older stock,Disinheriting all that you had to get,Disowning and dislodgingAs for the desire of an Englishman,As…

And stylistic and linguisticAnd literary and lyrical.

Could not resist myselfMy temptation,The more wanted I to detachThe more got I attached to you.I saw you and fell in love.

Now, now, you say to,Say yo,Where to go, where to go,My heart,O, I have lost my friend, my friend,My love, love?I have lost my friend,Have lost my love,I have lost my friend,Have lost my love,Now say you, say you,How to live, live withoutMy love, love,My friend, friend,My love, without love,O, you my heart,O, you my…

Dovetailing and stitching,Even stealing others’ propertiesTo call yourself a poetess.

A criticism of yours is a must before indulge you in the criticism of others.So, it is my suggestion to you, try to put yourself to test before you take up the other people for criticism.

If it suits you,Suits it not,The law will say it,If the law not,Why did you notLawfully?But marryAnd divorce her notAt your willAs she not a thingTo be purchased and sold,A social contractAs it takes time to enter intoSo it in getting annulled.

I mean the politicos, those who call themselves leftists,Walking on the left edge, on the left side of the ways, The CommunistsAlways finding faults with, commenting and criticizing,Hatching a plan, plotting for a coup d ‘etat,The overthrow of power, the establishment.The communists, always in the hunt, look out for power, trying to seize and captureSomehow…

Say you,A lover as a poetOr a loner as a poet?

With so much curiosityAnd used to ask inquisitivelyAll aboutThe emblem,The replica,Gandhiji ke tin bandar,Sitting closelyWith the hands over eyesAs for to avoid seeing bad,With the hands over the mouthAs for avoiding to speak it badAnd the hands into the earsAs for haring it not bad.I still remember it whichMy fatherHad kept in the roomAnd we…

For being partisan.Trump, you too stand youIn your posture,But Abraham was Abraham,Abraham Lincoln.

DigitallyFrom a digital camera,A smartphoneTo make a self portrait of mine.

And you writing poetry,Writing poetry to your pleasureWith the fire of imaginationAnd the frenzy for living,Dwelling afar,Into the realms of the skiesBut here on earth the troubles and struggles of life many,She working hard like an ox all daylongIn her cottage,Shaded with straw and bamboo sticks,Mud-walled from all aroundWith the cow shedIn which there lie…

Who,Who bombard,Bombard and shellYour dwellingsForcing youTo take refuge and shelter?

I am waiting forTo start the showOf the theatre of lifeTo bid good bye finallyTo en it up.