December 2011
1 post
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“Disappointing I was;
Like rain on a funeral pyre.”
September 2011
4 posts
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“Jazz. Backache. Boredom.
Cognac, ice swirling clockwise.
Pleasure in disguise.”
– a haiku
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“The fishes, they died
each contemplating suicide.
Let the guilt subside.”
– a haiku
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Field notes
Waiting for ‘Waiting for Godot’ movie to download.
Discussing the purpose of suicide.
Mistaking betel juice stain for blood.
Mistaking a bleeding wound for a watering hole.
Thinking mosquito nets are bulletproof.
Window shopping for a leash for your neck.
Crying when you don’t find one that fits.
Confusing an anchor with a fishing hook.
Going fishing with it
and coming back with a big...
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“This is one of those
with nothing between the lines.
Like life; I suppose.”
– a haiku
August 2011
11 posts
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Taste of Iron
I stuff my mouth with rusting iron nails to know what the horse must be feeling. But I felt nothing. Perhaps I should nail my tongue with them then only I can taste it. But then I wont be able to taste the rain. So I left it at that.
I sucked the coldness out of those nails and spit them out, one by one. Aiming at every other passerby. They nod at me and leave with a sigh one said “ yes, this...
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Death Cycles
With every breath, I inhale death. A whiff of the soft velvety heavy luke-cold smell of death. I let it roll inside my body for a while.
I exhale.
A somewhat more sizeable death, a softer velvetier heavier whiff of breath.
It left me a little more Deathless.
Korou Khundrakpam 2009
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Like a jackfruit
Life is like a jackfruit.
He squinted his eyes hard and looked at life. At all its intertwined veins Trying hard to decipher an order. Hoping with all he is, that he find a reason. A purpose. A course. An excuse at least. Life gazed back at him. Dilated pupils. A blank stare. Like a paralysed dog. Like an empty well.
Also, Life is like a jackfruit.
Korou Khundrakpam 27-11-09
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Reeding a Pom
He chewed on the extinguished butt of his biri And preached, perched on a banana tree:
There is a proper way to reed a pom. It is, in itself, an art form. Make sure you have a pom healthy and fit. So that its juices are intact when you reed it. First bend the spikes along the hole, and see It needs to be done slow and affectionately! Now hold it by its wings And run your feet along its hinge....
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“Say the sky is red
Say even the fields are red;
It’s your blood stained...”
– a haiku
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A plea
Dear Who,
Lift me up from this senseless heap. Lift me. Abduct me. Like a UFO The streets are all knotted together All the roads leads to the dry well I have been etching circles on the ground with my dragging feet
I have traded my skin for sandpaper. Have dived inside the earth. Have spat out my soul flying in the air. I could not hide. nor could I flee
Therefore, please erase me So that it...
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Betrayals
A brief silence. Music. Why now? Yes, I wish I had done it long before. And all these time, it was all a pretense? Maybe. But not to you, to myself. And me? Was I even there in your mind? You were in my life. In my mind, I wish I knew what is. You betrayed me! Reason betrayed me. A long silence. Korou Khundrakpam 27-11-09
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On how computers get hung up etc.
“See, it’s like this..” she rolled over and faced him and went on.. “its like fucking with a condom on. You are not actually fucking me, technically you are fucking the condom.”
“So, you don’t really live in this world. You are not a part of this meaningless arrangement of things. This playroom of an amnesiac God with an OCD.
You exist inside your own bubble. You are a matrix of memories and...
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Dreamt
Fled from the kiss of the wrong. And I ran down the road.
Past the streets of creation. Where the houses open up their walls and let me peek at the painters paint.
Along asphalt paths slippery with my sweat. Lit by the black sun. Along treadmills. Through hamster’s wheels.
Till the black air tore open and bled light.
And it rained light. A pillow. And curtains. And smile. And guilt. And...
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An Ending
Standing at her doorway you looked down the rainy yellow street. That once lively, once mellow, and now yellow street.
You placed your ear on your head and heard your heart open up like an umbrella; That soft heavy heavy sound.
You have always liked umbrellas. Specially the black worn out ones; Like the one you left behind hanging beside her bed.
And it reminds you now that you will never...
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Roadwidener
A Roadwidener does just that. It widens roads. I was only six when I first saw a Roadwidener myself. I was walking along the east-dyke when I saw it lazing around sprawled on top of a mound of earth. It was lying perfectly still. I would have thought it was dead if not for its grin and the tongue slipping out from between its blunt teeth occasionally to lick the damp earth beneath. A single lap...
March 2010
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To a Three Days Old Child
Little child Little you know, That the air you breathe Is but sighs of thousands.
Shut your eyes tight now, And don’t yet be fated to see What we all are fated to be.
But it won’t last long: You’ll soon see mama’s smile And her love-wetted eyes. Then soon you’ll learn to see The feeble fear in her eyes.
Soon enough, baby will know What getting scolded is, And she will wail aloud In an...
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“Life is a sunshower. Everything else is just a four letter word.”
February 2010
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Proposal for MFA 2009
(unrealised! realised at last! anyways it makes perfectly no sense quit!*) Born in the so called ‘terror’ infected, chaos ridden, pleasant smelling State of Manipur, I was always accompanied with a certain perplexity concerning identity and the ideal. I started questioning the ‘reality’ and purposefulness of our existence since early age. And this has been the driving force of my very life. Art...