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The summer wind is blowing away
On a September evening when all’s adrifting
All the heads adrift, all the hearts
I worry for the wind for it’s wasted
All the heads and hearts are just flowing
Nothing opposes and it robs of all the fun
When one head hits on the wall,
It says it’s in its destiny
It’s fine as long as it’s for its country
How narrow can you be not to know it, it shrugs
How can you live without it?

Perhaps just stand in the middle of the road
Wear a knicker stitched with the colour of the flag
Stop drifting a while and tell passers-by
We belong together, we belong to the same shithole
And when the wind slows down or goes crazy
Blame it on the weather and cry like an ugly baby
And the summer wind is blowing away
On a September evening when all’s adrifting

We belong together and we know each other
So when you talk about the larger things
What the narrow minds cannot even imagine
We know you’re just being an asshole
Take a dump wherever you halted
That way, nobody will come in your place again
Yet …

Ten Main Brain Haiku

⓿❶ Why would we need it? Animals can do without, Logic disaster
⓿❷ Like truth the mind lives Somewhere below the bollocks A brain's the showpiece
Peanut brain for me.
Peanut brains for all my folks.
Ostrich’s relatives.

A couple fighting,
Let’s cut your brain the man said;
Their lil boy yelled ‘Knife!’

I’d stare at you long
Till the night bids us goodbye
Till the mind owns it

Lost, lost! one brain lost!
It was clean, fresh, hardly used
— Our king’s; win rewards!

Empty stomach won’t
But empty brains are the wont;

She’s got a big heart
She’s got a big brain as well
The horny man grins

Hundred billions wires
The cells and nerves and neurons
Have I had my lunch?!

Is it consciousness?
Or is it the brain, conscious?
Reality’s tricks

Grope in the Dark

In the darkness was the mountain I’d mistaken
        A mount I thought it’s a home; so lame
        I cannot only blame the light it was blacken
        Then I saw the fulgent flame
        Too much of the light helps little
            Yet, now all of these are just banal;

    And inside again I imagined the bird as a dove
    The whiteness was only as good as the blindness
    And it’s pity the actual crow can substitute no love
    All along we have had only its badness
            The darkness only aggravates the wounds

Unknown mountains and unknown birds
Unknown birth and unknown death
Nothing seems to make sense now
If I die in the darkness, do I ever exist?
        And all I have for company are a mis-identified mountain
        And a mistaken bird I share nothing with

I heard as well the people shouting, out on the street
But nothing seems to make sense now
And my life does not exist beyond the concrete
Nothing’s ever clear in here in the darkness anyhow
    Nothing seems to make sense

The Priestphallus’ Preaching

Give up
        Give up the whisky
Stop it and stop yourself from cirrhosis
You should stop and rather die for your country
Know it never stops the police canteens sell discounted boozes
But stop: keep a distance from the rum-fuddlers, the vodka-toasters

Give up
        Give up the cigarettes
You are no enemy of the stomach
- No, you are not the enemy of your lungs
For potential enemies, there is a sea of people with tails
There are to be enemies a universe of man-made bits and bobs

Give up
        Give up the drugs
One shot is too many for the lords in Thailand
And a thousand shots will never be enough for you
See the abusers and hookers aplenty seeking shots on the street
Though nobody would say they sell off like the government

Give up
        Give up the guns
Your generation is the intentionally left blank pages of a book
But there are certain bright eyes among the new generation
There are certainly going to be more bright eyes
Those generations that look for a better tomorrow


Green-Eyed Monster Recites Haiku in Non-chronological Order

Part II

You might be thinking
Of your ways to find wisdom;
But show modesty

While you would fake it
Tell about unseen affairs,
I’d still listen to

You can make me glad
Tell me to jump off the cliff
I would only smile

Part I

Yet it’s hard to take
Listen to others’, what’s mine;

Entirely different
What was yesterday for us
And what is today

Still this might go on
For green’s not the evergreen
Red, white, blue might help

Image adapted from 1. Optical illusion from Unleashed PrePaids 2. Shot of an eye created by Keistutis

Can We Just be Men and Women...

Before we wait for blockades
And restart the black markets
And make a name for ourselves
And lead honourable lives
In the sewer we call home?

Before the Chinese president arrives
And India burns our underwears bought from Burma
And forces us to stay inside our houses
And makes us meditate like a Tibetan monk
In this country we’ve been monkeytrained to call home?

Before you ask me where I’m from
And make assumptions that I’m from outer space
And tell you are so different from me
And cover your impotency
In this home of a billion people?

Before the narrow walls of arrogance are built
And count eternally the number of fuckups
And bet on it — keep on blaming each other
And be a pain in each others’ asses
In the home; outside, inside and everywhere?

Before Captain America dons the cap of a saviour
And bombs his enemies in the name of democracy
And drills oilfields in the name of prosperity
And we pay more for the petrol
In both home and away?

Before the actors and doctors and students pr…

Nongthombam Shribiren’s Tangkhul Hui and Ei Laiming Loude

These are the translations of Nongthombam Shribiren’s Tangkhul Hui and Ei Laiming Loude. Original text courtesy: Manipuri Seireng, An Anthology of Manipuri Poetry, published by the Manipur Sahitya Parishad; first edition, 1983

Tangkhul Dog
Tangkhul Hui

For building roads they arrived
And boulders and stones appeared galore
And the huge mass of concrete jammed in several mounds
And forever the tender irises were lost
Destroyed, crushed beneath the heaps of concrete
Ignored, neglected by the road builders
The road rollers completed the obliteration
And the overly suntanned driver showed his discoloured teeth
And he roared with laughter, loud, frantically.
And brokenhearted the quietly prostrating Tangkhul dog sobbed.

Ain’t I Baptised
Ei Laiming Loude

Ain’t I baptised
Ain’t I got a religion
The mind makes their almighty
If god…

Ten Haiku During Snafu

No god, no belief,
But only face no alike;
And hate each other

You like Bollywood
Might as well be Hollywood,
Only your head’s fucked up.

Liberals galore
So broad brains are falling off
Tumble onto craps

Die from everything
Syphilis and STDs
— Not stupidities

What’s unique in it?
Superiority spunk,
Perhaps it got tails

Names, slurs and catcalls;
Hotchpotch and absurdities;
Look at the pussies

From the midway’s false
Where does the story start from?
Not the rulers’, nope

Inner Line Permit
And Krishna said fuck it up,
The Mahabharata

Migrants have the blues
Visiting the aliens, is it?
Different blood, same shits

On stones it was marked
Ever you have to hate me
Like I cannot see

Illustrated: Sage of Wandering Mind

This is a collection of graphic illustrations inspired by Ayangti Longkumer’s Sage of Wandering Mind ( — a blog on brief impressions about everything under the sun. She is planning to publish it in a traditional book format when she has 500 of these witty and humourous remarks. And here, I have selected five random statements that hit me the most. Ayangti aka Noklenyangla has published two books, a novel The Winning Story and an anthology of poems Magic Quill. She also blogs at and She is a research scholar at the Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi. It’s funny to know that a scholar does have a sense of humour. She digs on science policy for her career as much as she delves into witticism for her aspiration to be the first Nobel laureate from Northeast India. I hope she gets lucky.

To Whom It May Concern 1

On this side of the fence it looks good enough
On the other it maybe rough
On the other side, for them it looks tough
On the other, for us sometimes it looks anything but bluff

Wise men have seen the holes in each side
But when the things get tough they’ve been tied
The world is an illusion, from the back someone replied
It only matters what you decide

When words come thick and fast
Even before the media broadcast
Those are free from the future and the past
In both occasions neutrality is so harassed

No wonder when the king arrived one shitty day
Flowers and craps, like flowers and wind, sway
It is one thing to see those are in disarray,
And entirely another, in an approaching doomsday

Which side it is, now it matters little
Now when there is no specific angle
No kingdom nor a brothel
Duality is making everything so formal.

⦿to whom it may concern 2
⦿to whom it may concern 3…

Says No One Ever

The rivers are clear
It is not so near
It’s far detached from our reality
Let it flow with blood endlessly
Get your guns and let it stops never
Says no one ever

The master’s been benevolent
We should go for the hunt
We should rip off everything
People will not know a thing
We only need to know what we’re after
Says no one ever

We’ve got enough of assholes
We cannot keep on frying our souls
Meaningless democracy
Bloody military
But we can ever be beggars
Says no one ever

And it’s not only rivers
The streets are the answers
Nobody says but obvious is the blood
And it’s not only the master’s charity
We’d slog for a looting spree, swash our stupidity
We just cannot admit our life is up for grabs, for free.

of telling about your world

who am i
i’m the shadow of a non-existing man
my mind is marked on water
but even so it’s clear and so i can tell

tell your music
the hindustani is too round for your slant eyes
the western is too much in your primitive homeland
the world will not end if you have your own, play it;
and my ears are bleeding, please understand
your songs make me insomniac

tell your cinema
the groundnut sold by lousy north indians is better
the sunflower seed from thailand is better than the melodrama
in the theatre, sorry, i’d not gone for groundnut and sunflower seed
and my sore eyes can take no more
maybe you should focus on making cinemas for indian awards

tell your family
the rich is as pathetic as the poor
the rich got dung in their heads and they are afraid
the poor got dung in their heads and they are afraid
you should go get some family lessons from your hopeless teachers,
are they busy waiting for their salaries?

tell your friends so phony
join them and watch football together
drink beer and don’t call me
i’m tired o…


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