Biography of Homen Thangjam
A liberated soul.
Homen Thangjam Poems
Heard a sound in the distance Enchanted by its sweetness Vibrated my heart Trembled my soul
Been long since I read your poems Afraid to be smitten by the lines of reality And the cringing silence that would wrap me up Deporting me to a world of enmeshed misery.
Tears, For You
Today, I stand here upon you On the dust of my ancient forefathers Inhaling the aroma of the yore Dancing with faceless ghosts
The Meaning Of Simplicity
I hide behind simple things so you'll find me if you don't find me, you'll find the things, you'll touch what my hand has touched, our hand-prints will merge.
I The morning looks calm See sparkling dewdrops lazily sitting on the grasses
An Incomplete Song
I have wanted to write a song And you to give the tune So that we’d sing together.
Wakching-Gee Nong: The Winter Rain
Wakching-gee Nong. Legends call it the elixir of life, Thaws the winter snow, Soothes the cold-parched earth,
Community, For Lies
News of my education abroad Made my community happy Made my parents sad.
The place has not changed. Meadow atop the hillock Alongside the murmuring brook And trees as old as my ancestors
Won'T You Agree
Won’t you agree with me, If I Say we’re living in hard times Sorrow as the centre, just like the Sun in the centre, with the
A Star For Breakfast
In a land not so far away… Err, well, in my land of birth Where nine hills form a levee around a valley Every morning rulers have
Flight Of A Fallen Angel
Often heard about them In drunken schmooses From “committed” activists Drivers, doctors, engineers, lawyers
Price Of Love
Hard to forget a soulful image Contours of a body Intimate sounds of moaning and ecstasy Lies of promises
Tears, For You
Today, I stand here upon you
On the dust of my ancient forefathers
Inhaling the aroma of the yore
Dancing with faceless ghosts
Celebrating the joy of being alive
Tucking deep inside
In a corner of my fathomless soul
A memory, a wish, a promise, a duty
Covered with mirth of forgetfulness.