tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659232234048134572024-02-08T23:46:24.565+05:30Mitkup ThoklakpadaAlive beings and its relationsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265923223404813457.post-10257369911263864282013-10-01T01:13:00.001+05:302013-10-01T01:13:26.118+05:30of unconnected<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265923223404813457.post-12177386849974871832012-08-30T15:17:00.000+05:302013-05-18T17:51:37.767+05:30I am bewildered<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is 2 am in the morning,<br />
I just ended a conversation with myself,<br />
I put the clock four hours back so i may go back,<br />
I am going back to the love and time,<br />
When they say love is blind,<br />
And when someone hugged you blindly,<br />
Without even realising our opposite attraction,<br />
I am wild,<br />
I am nervous,<br />
I was hugged by the travelers, of time and moments,<br />
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Bewildered I am,<br />
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There came the swings of drift,<br />
I lack your memory that makes me realise,<br />
It is late and I am alone with my sweet silence,<br />
It is humming her beauty,<br />
But she runs away with a gentleman who buys her garden,<br />
Time collapses and misleads, ruining love,<br />
And nature is corrupted with me,</div>
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I am bewildered<br />
And I may be a poet of this century<br />
Who is f*cking his life for nothing.</div>
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It is 3am in the morning,<br />
And time passes when I write poems,<br />
My poetry, my thoughts at night,<br />
A thought that carries and feelings that are amazing,</div>
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I wish to pass my life, my mortal life,<br />
A lie of regretting and repenting,<br />
Or a dream coming true to the true lovers,<br />
And the believers of an eternal shrine,<br />
There are so many to learn, to know,<br />
Like the mountains of Shinobi,<br />
Or islands of many countries, many amicable things,<br />
But what is there to know more than life?<br />
Will you be born again?</div>
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I wish to lose my life,<br />
Writing and losing my soul in the woods,<br />
Not to the words that are not me.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265923223404813457.post-87186285138695055922011-10-19T23:24:00.001+05:302013-05-19T03:45:44.550+05:30And Traitor I Become<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nobody believes a true happiness exists,<br />
It is in those mountains and rivers<br />
In those humid forest greens<br />
Foster the sanctuary of animals like them<br />
They growl and howl of happiness<br />
Not knowing them, mortals not living thousands<br />
And I lived there below the yellow sky<br />
I sail a Sunday everyday, knowing it is someday<br />
And I have killed a tiger for my breakfast<br />
It wounded me till my heart's still,<br />
And I cried for the death as I tucked it on a rope<br />
And traitor they called me.<br />
As I took refuge in this nuisance world<br />
Now I have to kill all the living things,<br />
And the last blood drops of them will make me a traitor<br />
I don't speak love nor hate nor am I a fighter of this century<br />
People, stop killing me and my lousy mind,<br />
I am worried about your home that they burnt<br />
While your love ones dreaming of a happy life<br />
I wore the mask of a traitor, and moneyed eye you have become<br />
I stop thinking about happiness<br />
As life is ambiguous of fragrance<br />
And traitor I become with my endless thoughts,<br />
I killed another soul lately<br />
I drank her blood and she rot completely<br />
Time goes by,<br />
Here, was no one there<br />
I have left no mercy of this world<br />
No happiness to a hungry man<br />
I believe in an angry old man<br />
Now I cut my hands and legs<br />
I ate them', I passed my days in hunger<br />
I killed myself and the dirt covered me the next day<br />
Yield another seed from my rotten body<br />
It was mixed with soil,<br />
And they called me, the Maker<br />
The life preserver; God, they worshiped my rot<br />
And traitor I become as the time lapses<br />
For the new world I have made.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265923223404813457.post-23965052934809628632011-05-03T00:10:00.000+05:302013-05-26T22:57:03.105+05:30Some Haiku I share with Da Naoboi :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oja guru na<br />
Chei yeppaga takpikhi<br />
Achumba wakhal<br />
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Koipai pairare<br />
Thajadaba mi oiba<br />
Manglan mangphaonei<br />
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Aranba touba<br />
Shahing chaba hingchaba<br />
Achumbana joi<br />
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Saatlakpa leirang<br />
Heipal leipal mera tha<br />
Fajaba drishya<br />
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Chatsi koirusi<br />
Loktak maikei panglak o<br />
thamchet hek ushi<br />
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Maalangi shafu<br />
Korou thaja fajaba<br />
Takpi tambiyo</div>
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Chetna semase<br />
Ram na sita pharak a<br />
Nangi mi kana?</div>
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Aki Amamba<br />
Sana leibak kangleipak<br />
Nakentha leibak</div>
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Pallepam khangda<br />
Mangkhradara punsise?<br />
Mateng panglase</div>
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