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

every morning leaves a dream
haunting across the streets of Imphal

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 breaks

Beggar's Lament









I curse you for all the good foods you eat
I hate you for all the warm winter cloths you wear
You disgust me with your unkind nature
Your pockets are with full of silver coins
But do not bother to notice a cripple
Who crawls towards your civilized door
Do not bother to look at it with an eyen open.


You are served with an apple a day,
Two meals and a breakfast a day.
You change your cloths

For every move you make.
The men come to polish your nails.
The men come to wash your inner wears.
And when you walk for a yard you pant

You just sweat and feel uneasy.
Your belly like you are pregnant

Coming out of you

You are so ugly and funny

I curse you for feeding your dogs with meat
I hate you for spitting

All over my road where I sleep
You disgust me with the way you scratch yourself
I am not going to beg you anymore
Even for all the good foods you have
Even for all warm winter cloths you have
Even for all the Gods you know

You have never slept on a road
You have never begged to anyone
But to the whores
You think I belong to this road.
There are thousands of roads
With thousands of people
Who sleeps half naked on the pavement
I am not alone
Half of your civilized world
Sleep on the streets……….