Ayekpa Asaba

© Kapil Arambam. Every art is a poem. 2012

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That is what I have always understood to be the essence of anarchism: the conviction that the burden of proof has to be placed on authority, and that it should be dismantled if that burden cannot be met.” ― Noam Chomsky

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Imphal Blues

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

Allen Ginsberg

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The AFSPA, by its form and in its application, violates the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (the ‘UDHR’), the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights (the ‘ICCPR’), the Convention Against Torture, the UN Code of Conduct for Law Enforcement Officials, the UN Body of Principles for Protection of All Persons Under any form of Detention, and the UN Principles on Effective Prevention and Investigation of Extra-legal and summary executions.

— From the Armed Forces Special Powers Act: A Study in National Security Tyranny by South Asia Human Rights Documentation Centre

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“Putting your dreams on hold and doing whatever it takes to pay the rent?”

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Saolin Saloon — Moustache Mania

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No Poem for Your Country

The poet with his pen pens the paeans; He has sixty-three poems of love He has sixty-five poems of peace But he has no poem, He has no poem for your country.

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Hold the fort, people;

Without it, we are only

As good as the ass

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Black Glory

In sorrow the trees, they shed leaves in spring; When in spring the king was crowned in sorrow; The unchaste leaves squeaked, they had turned insects They had sank into the sea of lorn leaves, Unknown, soft; the death râle was so hard. Hands and legs twisted, people turned zombies; Guns, paper pistols; skies, grey; and eyes, blind Screaming and shrieking, tedious time’s travel  It’s wasted after the king’s coronation In the darkness, he basked in his glory; In some unknown winter, some hope flickers. 

Beyond the Wall

The king is divine, Though I’m more interested in the queen I let them know ne’er; But her beauty betrays me not, ever. So I decided This kingdom be departed, and me, stroll’d “As your inspired coronation’s over Permit me to leave; I have no good place to go and stay But I have to go.” “We have seen gods in your royal image We have seen you well You have been giving us a royal fuck Or maybe we’re blind.” Let these words be no calumniation The reason’s simple For my expected departure today Move beyond the wall.

How I wish it stops,

The world, after the king’s coronation Beyond it should be, The heavy narrow walls of the nation Beyond the border, The flag and the anthem and the emblem.

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Old Man and Whisky

My grandfather opens his heart,  Now on his ninety-eighth birthday He will make out what he had rued. So he told me: Fairly he’s been drinking  Off and on, he would regret drinking too much But it was exaggerated, he said  By teetotallers and advertisements Now he cackles at concern and caution: ‘How much had the extra pegs troubled me?!’ The old man is prepared: come gun or bomb; He will drink every peg he missed in fright  For the last eighty long years of his life Reasoning health and the drinking’s failings, When whisky can be saner than army When Kakhulong cannot be Nagaland When you would sell your wife for some money When war is which side I am supporting.

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What would be the worst tragedy of the history of humankind? (A tragedy, and the worst in it — this is quite too much, isn’t it?) But it would indeed be the ultimate tragedy, a wise man had once said, if the history of the human race proved to be nothing more noble than the story of an ape playing with a box of matches on a petrol dump. Leave these depressing tragedy and humanity things. But do consider how much the government is a pain in the ass and how much relief we will get if it is gotten rid of. Tragedy will find a new weaker yet worthy synonym.  

Most of the time, we are more occupied with what we eat, what we drink, what we love, what we hate and with whom we have sex. The times they are also a-changin’ and a-bloody-ever uncertain too. So I have decided to choose at least one field, where I can fall back to, in times of need, in case of any unavoidability. Now I’m assured I can join the matchbox industry even if the government dies or not.