Streets Of Imphal

it is on the streets of Imphal
where blood streams out from the wall

it is on the streets of Imphal
where the smoking guns walk

it is on the streets of imphal
where the effigies of Ministers' being burnt

it is on the bank of Imphal river
where doped youngsters hide and giggles

it is on the streets of Imphal
where lovers are caught for the act of love

it is on the streets of Imphal
where you see the red stars hanging

it is on the streets of Imphal
where protester burn themselves alive

it is on the streets of Imphal
where civilians been killed for no reason

it is on the streets of Imphal
where you see the masked rickshaw pullers

it is on the streets of Imphal
where mothers are in flame at nights

ask me not a reason
for being a seasoned
Victim in this battle
of self determination

we talk of it
got caught
in this town of frauds
we swam across
to run away like a toad
but the tails got stuck
at where we belong

we sing a song
to forget the dawn
as it never brings
a new me and you

Oh! Imphal,
home to many homeless soldiers
cemetery for many mothers' son .
i wanna tailor a gown
for you for every chaotic nights
that you have suffered.

Give me a day
they do not threat me
Give me a night
i do not hear a bang

I will show you the dream
which never slips away
even if the dawn break

my vocabulary is weak

One winter morning.
She was dressing up
with
a black pant
and black coat
and me with my sleepy eyes
looked at her
when she asked, “do i look good?”
i nodded my head
but i could hardly see her

she left me with fifty bucks
and headed
to the road
to get the bus
to reach the institute
where she teaches
“Romeo and Juliet”
with her westernized accent.

but she doesn't know
there is too a living romeo for her
which was never written
in any of the Shakespeare's play

she gambles with my life
like she wears fragile bangles
every time she hits the table
me get broken
the scar in my forearms
remind how stupid of me
to react the way i did

She told me
what does jalopy
mean and said my vocabulary
is very weak
She corrected my poems
She has the license
given by the Professors

She cajole her eyes
make it blacker than charcoal
even before she sleeps
she made her sister straighten her hair
she seeks the split ends and chop it
like she often chops me with her reaction
she dances in front of the mirror
with her blunt boundary lips
smiling at the reflection
of herself in the mirror.

It was another morning
not so cold
not so late
not so early
she sighs and said:
“i cant be responsible
for everyone”
i overheard it

again she left me for the place,
where she teaches
contemporary literature,
classic stuff,
wearing her black coat
i was left alone
i cleaned the room
and took a bath
and headed for the place
where i do day dream
and hum my sleep
suddenly i got a message saying;
“ where are you my love,
i m going for the birthday party
see you later.”

good night from akhu

im loving this night!!!!!!