I was born and raised in the country side of Tamenglong, Manipur. Great grandma used to tell us stories to put us to sleep. And that was perhaps the reason why i began to write poems.
I love nature and the beautiful things that God has created. And when I am in their midst do I feel that I am at my best. I love being in the comfort of Nature's lap, with its solitude never failing to inspire ... more »
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Lozaan Khumbah Poems
On A Day Like This
On a day such as this, When the rain falls pitter-patter, Lightning dances and thunders grumble And a lone cricket sings a solitary tune:
The Good Old Days
I remember, when we were younger And more innocent than now; When life was simple and easier And worry was not our lot-
When I Wake Up Tomorrow
When I wake up in the morning The rain will have fallen. The ground would be wet And the air fresh.
A Walk Together
‘Excuse me...’ I said, ‘Can I walk with you? ’ I asked the lady walking before me. ‘Of course..’, she said with a smile;
On Your Birthday, Mom
When my heart is sad, Mom, I need only to feel your loving arms around me To make everything alright again.
I wish I were a Gaddi- To spend my days where Heaven is nearest; To roam the breadth of the Himalayas In the joyous company of my noisy flock;
On Teachers' Day
Sir, When I watch you there Sitting in front of us, Operating your precious laptop,
I look out at the evening sky, As the birds are coming home And wonder. My mind wanders away far,
Sunrise (In Cheirao Ching)
The little village of Tarung slept; So were the birds of choir Who lived to welcome every new day; I arose for I had to see the Sun.
Keep this as a Souvenir- I walked this ground under the sun, I laughed with joy, cried in pain In such a season as this.
Away from the city's busy and hurry; Far, far away from this noisy town, Safe amongst the evergreen ancient hills Where this weary Soul finds its rest,
Today I begin the voyage. The sails are unfurled, The anchor is let loose, The wind drives me on,
I am waiting, today also. I will still wait, With this whole lifetime... Remembering you,
The Castle of Dreams
This ancient castle is indeed large. The builders' names are lost in history tho' These pillared chambers hold dreams- Abandoned dreams, now fast asleep;
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On A Day Like This
On a day such as this,
When the rain falls pitter-patter,
Lightning dances and thunders grumble
And a lone cricket sings a solitary tune:
I remember an old, warm kitchen-
Thatched roof, bamboo walls, wooden window
Graced by the presence of great grandma,
A smoky log-fire, a kitten asleep nearby-
And us kids huddled together round her
Listening, with unreserved attention, stories of old.
Grandma to many a fortunate kid,
She was always that old to me;
Wrinkles everywhere, yet what a comfort!
And her stories of magicians and witches,
Of poor ...