what is your business is none of my business
where you sleep is just a dirty bed to me
how your nipples smell is rotten apples
how your curly hair looks is bramble bush
how your hip curves i dont know

your mouth is stinking
but you want me to pay for it
you want to swallow me
but i'm with my clothes on

my lies are my feelings of the moment
your lies are like flies buzzing in my ear

your sweet words and whispers
sound like two tin roof
scratching against each other
the depth of your navel
than your words it is deeper

what i do is not to impress or defame you
why i come to you is for my animalities

the wild heart beats like a drum in jungle
it tangles up with the sound of your bangles
the rack of my love never lasts again
the armour, sheds, that i wore to face the pain

and i heard the far away voice singing
"you told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception."


my house is on fire
my brother is in prison
my sisters have been raped
my mouth has been shut
my hands have been inside pocket
i can't let my land burn into ashes anymore
i can't let the river flow to the sea of blood
i can't let them decide how i'm supposed to eat

the roads with full of foreign dogs or copes
the revolver pointing at me
like i was born to be a loser
like i was born to be killed
my brother was protesting to his last breath
he died without a cost
my sister is dying of hunger
my friends have been beaten black and blue
I can't let it happen anymore
I can't let my sister bleeds
I can't let the dogs snif my shoe

can somebody hear me screaming
let's get together
our voice will be heard

beethoven's grave

i see Beethoven's grave in my dream
i could hear the moonlight sonata
the romantic music of the romantic period
the loving fingers of the pianist
pointing at me

the drunk father and the poor brothers
listening the magical fingers
the notes grow like waves in the ocean
the soothing sound from the wooden piano

fills all the sober heart
the left over notes
his heart found
carried in his finger tips

copyright 2006 akhu


i was enjoying the calmness of lonely night
i was celebrating human imagination
the mind vehicle passed the highway of madness
the bitches walking around with their hanging breast
my coward soul silently giggles and eat the bread

my ashtray with full of ashes
there's no word left for my pages
my body clock has reached the stage
but the story of walkers on the edge
is not yet over, story of a rolling egg
rolling from trough to crest

my dry throat cried for a gulp of water
and the trembling hands for the last drag
my feelings like bleeding of a teenage girl
never stop outpouring

the brimming rivers are my stories
the weathy fat asses are the devils
the bitches are my angels
the children in rain are the heroes
washing away the evils of human womb
in the rain of bullets and worms

i reach where i could never be
your appreciation is accepted

every sleepless night has a story
but this one will remain incomplete
vincent's madness was famous after the gun shot
i'm gonna sleep let's see what happen
but It's just a celebration of human imagination

house arrestee and the beggar

Feed me some love, my sweet lover
I'm sick of reading this same old newspaper

Play me a song, my old war radio,
For an house arrestee but not for Galileo

Give me some sweetness, my sweet mango
I'm tired to keep my head upon the pillow

Give me your words for my poetry
My words often remind me the useless history

Arrest my wild thoughts, Mr Sheriff
It's gonna rob my soul from this skinny ribs

Set me free Mr jailer or chained me tight
I'm tired to stand nowhere in this fight

Rain on me, you, Mr. Flying Dark Cloud
For the thirsty soul, for a better shout

Come to me, you, Mr. Beggar
Sing me a song of freedom like a singer

the beggar sings
"you and me are same till we die
freedom never comes even if you dive
in the ocean of love,
in the ocean of time,
It's higher than the sky,
Give me your coins before I die
For such song, I dont waste my time
I sing for a mouthfull of rice
For my lover, for a new play of dice."

I sing him back:
"i was celebrating
my freedom of expression
now i'm arrested in my mansion
The sheriff never sets me free
The sweet mango never falls free
My saving coins slip away
My pockets are torn
Nothing left just a mournful song
For someone like you and me."


from tamenglong to home

tamenglong is a name of a district in manipur

A road called Ding Dong
Leads me to my home
From a place called Tamenglong

A road, somewhere up somewhere down
With the smell of the dusty green leaves
Along the range of mountains

A woodcutter's girl sits on the rock
Beside the ding dong road
Singing song like pop rock
She waves goodbye
Rub the watery nose, again cry

I long for my home
but the road never ends
The further i look away
The further I'm away from home

It's a real ding dong
If you take a bus ride along
The road called ding dong
But it will lead me to home

The road takes me, sometimes to cloud
Sometimes down to earth
The screaming wheels like country songs
Like I'm at the farthest end of the country
Which I never own.

It's a real ding dong
Even for the dogs on the roads
Sniffing the bloodiest meat
But they too scared for the Bones
Like once the dogs forgot to bark

It's a real ding dong.
If you take a bus ride along
The road called ding dong
From the place called Tamenglong
But you'll reach home safe
If you think you own this land


me, she and her pride

you lift your skirt,
walk like a princess in dirts
your high heel studded with your cruelty
your jewels like diamond shining crazily

you are proud and talk so loud
you think you have the best smile,
like a pearl from the deepest ocean
like a fire fly in the darkest night
like a snow fall in mid summer
like 'like a bird ' by Cohen
like a dream to live by a cancer patient
like a dream to get married by a prostitute
like a drop of rain leaking though the roof
like seven wonders of the world

you said:
"my home is far
my song fades
my love dies
my poetry is lousy
my music like a howling wolf
my mind like a hollow cylinder."

but i never care
and i will wear
my shirt inside out
like a dream of an owl.

you don't know
there's so much left to whistle.

tell me why
have you been so wild,
like a wild plant of poppy,
like a dancing hippie.

tell me now
the colour of your gown.
your pride won't last
if you see the colour first.

you feel no love, i know you.
i see you walking upon lovely dews.
you long for a reason to leave
for a better place, just not to bleed .


rest in peace

i was lying down next to the rocky sea beach
in bombay
i hated the climate but scared of the wild waves
i was half asleep
my cellphone vibrates suddenly
and it said ' your grandfather died last night'

i remember him
cycling every corner of imphal
his favourite black wide umbrella
and his faded coat
which gave him the warmest hug ever
his garden was his life
the guavas, plums and mangoes
of the garden
like pearls to him
the pond look greenish
the bubbles pop up against the spider
and the water hyacinth
the cleanest pond i ever saw

he was Irabot's comrade
he hanged his picture
between lenin and stalin
he was crazy about football
he was deaf and happy

i thought i have saved my sister from cancer
but it has taken away my old grandfather
he was suffering but never ever reflects
my old grandfather died
may his soul rest in peace
i will miss you, pupu
i will miss your story
of history of communism in manipur


it's everything
if you have nothing
or own nothing
it's nothing if you have lots of it
or you really own it
it's more than a prostitute
everyone can smell it
lick it
feel it
tear it
love it
many have died
many are fighting
just for it's sake
it flies for place to place
like a paper plane

what is it tell me, if you know
you have it
i know
i have none

a mail to a friend

dear ashley,

i am leaving tomorrow for mumbai,,
i will say 'hi' to mumbai from your side
i dont know why i'm going there
the city has no connection with me
the city that i have been connected
seems lost in its pollution
the sound of the screaming tyres
the decorated roaside by spitted betel leaves
the beggars at every traffic point
those heart shaped balloons
which have no price
like their lives,
running and playing and fighting
for the moment against the heavy vehicles.
i do miss sometimes.
those morning scenes of those people
taking bath next to tube well near the dairy
make me smile inside me and funny
despite of all those flamboyant gentlemen
i wonder how these cities
are complete without you and me
the roads never ends
the stray dogs fighting over the garbage
like us and them fighting
for deserved foods and rights
the hijarahs caught me for my innocent look
asked me money
touched my balls through my pocket
but they left me for the stinking fish i carried
i salute the stinking fish
sometimes they came and called me 'bahadur'
it's the city that have been connected to me
and i love it and still feel it
but i will still say hi to your mumbai
to embrace me

with kisses

ashley replied to me

Please don't call it Mumbai.
That is the name given to it by Hindu fascists
and we reject them, don't we?

I miss my city.

rainbow or wedding night

it is our wedding night
you are too shy
i wont touch you
but i'm not shy
you smile like a new sun
rises behind the hills in the east
after begging heaven for so many years
after i shed all those tears
just for you to say to me
i am stupid

your fingers' like infant's
seem so soft
is it the finger that pointed to me
in the crowd,
among the poems of hatred?
is it the belly that touched me
while we walked under
your favourite yellow umbrella?

the moon shines on the window curtain
you look out through the window
as innocent
as kid watching the season's first rain

you smell sweet like jackfruit
the warm body i can feel
your perfect smile like crimson sky
you hush.

I ask myself:
am i the same one who loves being wild
who loves sound of lonely waves
hitting the cracked bank?

the nature seems perfect now for me.
you remain motionless
like a pyramid
like a spider waiting for his prey
but you wait for nothing
your silence tells me a lot
as i know you,
or you never let me know

thanks for being with me
in this wonderfull wedding night
the first wedding of mine.

i want to touch you
but i am scared to know the reality
if it is a dream
then i am dreaming again
for everything
i cannot reach
like things are rainbow

mid lazy april's cup of tea

april, like an evil leaves me with fear
mid summer wind penetrates me like a spear
the blackbird's twitter irritates me
like philosophy irritates me
what is the meaning of one's existence?
how far one has to go, dont know the distance?
is it the existence or distance which is important?

I'm free from myself boating on a river
streaming into abyss without a driver

the grass get dried not because the sun is hot
the leaves fall not because for poets
a lover loves a lover not because for love
it is the way how it should be, how it's gonna be

great discussion repels me, I'm dumb
they spit or speak hell lots of shit!! I jump
true experience of life, did they ever have?

this sunny day beats my feeling, I'm free
the hot sweet cup of tea in free of cost
makes me feel dumb as he teased me,the host

an upside down tree, sparrow in reverse
butterfly in rain
rain in my room, fire on my bed
grasshoppers on computer keyboard,
crows in front of mirror, posing
my reflection on water in naked
smoke,from burning hatred, from kisses of love
the empty cup in my hand hits the moment
Newton under the banyan tree
mourning why is he always under some tree

what a day it is, end of april, hell of devils
april, like an evil leaves me with fear
fear to know myself
fear to listen my conscience
fear to convince myself I'm free
free from what you tell me?