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The depression in my head is starting to show on my face
And i cant hide it much longer Ma
My eyes are black and its spreading to my cheeks
I think ive forgotten how to smile
So i paint my lips red and grin at the mirror
But i see darkness staring back at me
I think so much of death
Soon might it possess me
Because the world is not going to last much longer Ma
And i am not prepared to meet the…
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The artists' way.
The artists’ way.
If paintings could come to life
Id step into Van Gogh’s Bank of the Oise at Auvers
Perch myself atop a faded wooden boat
and gaze at the picturesque city that delighted Gogh’s brushes
If a poem could carry life
Id awaken Emily Dickison’s
Because I could not stop for death
To let my feet have a brush of the quivering dews
That orchestrated a funeral in her brain
Or maybe I would travel…
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3 keys to a spiritual life in the age of Netflix and Chill
3 keys to a spiritual life in the age of Netflix and Chill
If you are reading this, that means, you are one of the people who have made it to or past the Corona age. The world is a zombie movie on lockdown, only the virus does not come hunting for you but creeps on you slowly through a touch or a cough. Or lingers in certain places where you might visit to inhabit your body. Sounds scary right?
To cope with the boredom and escape the feeling of…
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Home.
I saw the earth while Tupac was still in it
Saw music grow old and young again
To hear Billie Eilish tell us
Everything shes ever wanted
I watched the news the morning Princess Diana died in a crash
and today saw her son, now a father
Denounce his royal title
Ive been here awhile
But Ive not been home since I was ten
The last time I was home
My mother sang me a lullaby of goodbyes
All I…
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a printed name I’m just a printed name on a daily paper in a small town searching the streets…
//a memory//
On the day you breathe your last your name will be announced in a microphone you will be a face on WhatsApp family and alumni groups, the ones you never bothered to read as night approaches the youth of the locality will stream into your home stopping at Pi Nghaki’s for Orbit and Waiwai to mix with the midnight bowl of sawhchiar Your mom will fall across you as she cries Your dad will shed a few…
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to exist.
If you haven’t carried a baby that knows not to cry Because no one has ever been around to soothe its tears If you haven’t watched tears flow down the cheek of a girl Who watched her mother burn to death If you haven’t seen houses crumble and people scatter If you haven’t taken the last train home at a time When the last of the human clan are famished for rest If you haven’t slept on bunk beds and…
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rants to the old year.
rants to the old year.
It doesn’t seem like I have entered a new year and maybe it is because I have not bid goodbye to the previous year. Each year brings so many experiences, so many painful moments so many joyful memories. I guess over time you learn that you can never say this will be my year, 12 months can give you so much laughter, joy, tears and sorrow, there can never be just one emotion guiding you through the…
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Empowerment or anti-democracy: The MHIP and its stance on women in polls
Empowerment or anti-democracy: The MHIP and its stance on women in polls
(originally published in The Mizoram Post on November 21, 2018)
Starting from the feminist era to the fight for voting rights, the women’s movement has come a long way. It found its way to the Lushai Hills in the year 1974, 12 years before Mizoram was granted the status of a full statehood. The Mizo Hmeichhe Insuihkhawm Pawl(MHIP) which can be loosely translated into an “organization that binds…
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a love letter to Mizoram
a love letter to Mizoram
(P.C. @sangzuala_pachuau_foto_ig)
“It was a country where widows or orphans never lacked helping hands. Even the poorest could bury their heads in their own homes by merely expressing the wish even if that meant a four or five days’ journey. No dacoit party even existed nor did locks adorn the doors of the villages. Even the so-called criminals were so faithful and honest that their guards…
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to breathe.
When I was eight I wrote a poem about pain like a stone
Because we had moved from our pretty house to a neighborhood foreign to my eyes
When I was ten I carved my heart out through a pen
All the loss of missing a mother splattered on paper
When I was twelve I fell in love with essays
I found it hard to find full stops for an end to words
When I was fourteen I kept two diaries because I found out
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Of I, the Millennial
Of I, the Millennial
I, the millennial has a voice today. I dream of freedom, I shout for my rights and if they try to shut me out, I use my fingers as a pen to let the world hear what I have to say. I am an intelligible being and the knowledge of the world is in the palm of my hands. Everything known to man only one click away. I am opinionated. I only feel worthy of existence only for my beliefs. But I the…
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Train no. 12863
I was fifteen minutes early. If my father was a co-passenger, we would have been sitting at the platform three hours early, watching train after train go by. Train no. 12863 arrived well on time, a stripe of blues in the lighter and darker shade. Yellow boards displaying the train name and number in little alphabets that one has to wince to read. This was to be the home to my weary heart for the…
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wedding blues.
(a dedication for the souls who wed in blues) HIS: You were on my mind on my wedding day. How gently wisps of hair fall around your face on December mornings when the sun rays on you. I thought of how I had awaited the hour I would hold your hand and say I do, eternally – to earth and to the heavens. How when I unveiled the white lace, your bright eyes would gleam through my soul, the way it did…
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All.
I’ve given you all my words I tore my heart open I bore my soul raw Id given you all my words But it was not enough for love I have just one thing left to ask you Would my last breath do?
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poison.
so that I may stop feeling so that words may stop bleeding so that I no longer have thoughts burning my soul just leave me, leave me here somewhere in a world far away where humanity has lost its grip where the very essence of life is void and all there is is my empty, empty self
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stones and flesh.
And they wondered what stones had replaced the flesh in her heart Why none stay and none she bothers What good of age and love to pass while she sits ignorant Will not she be set to a century of regret for passing by the greatest loves and bravest souls What good therein her to find that she ignites such haughty spirit And keeps an ear deaf to knot but it was only she who knew needed All the…
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