tharmingam khangrah

tharmingam khangrah Poems

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The grainy moments of life get sifted
Abiding the laws of regeneration
Thus returns the pain of Mortality
Breaking a peaceful trance
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Life flies on like a wounded butterfly
Mornings filled with hope thinking it's a new day
Yet nothing 'NEW' seems to dawn
I traveled within the same circle
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Brothers are we, doomed to fight
To uphold ideologies created by man
It was hard to watch the headless corpse
Of my brother slaughtered by my brother.
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Glued to the addictive touch of life
I remembered my dear mother
When they pointed lead spitting machine to my forehead
Powered to smoke out brains and blood.
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I saw her perched on a cemetery cross
To welcome me home to the place I belong
One rainy day long time ago
Beating the darkness with her bright dress.
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Nature suddenly wakes up to listen to the rain songs
To take a satiating peep at the soaking and drenching
Of man, buffaloes and the green sleepy surrounding.
Men wakes up early, women never seem to sleep
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Being too sanguine in love was a crime
Thinking love is sacrosanct I presumed
NOTHING will obstruct our union
Days of wailing really dawn unannounced
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tharmingam khangrah Biography

Born and brought up in Ukhrul, a small town in Manipur inhabited by the Tangkhul Naga, I had the chance to see the turmoil prevailing in that beautiful place due to the on-going Naga nationalist movement. I grew up seeing and hearing heroic tales on one side and and tales of suffering, torture and tears on the other hand. As a typical village boy, I was a wild child and was one with nature but also shared a part in undressing the beauty of the wild; for I love hunting and bird trapping......Reading, writing, carpentry, electrical works are some of my passions though I sustain myself as a technical writer..........)

The Best Poem Of tharmingam khangrah

Time

The grainy moments of life get sifted
Abiding the laws of regeneration
Thus returns the pain of Mortality
Breaking a peaceful trance
Jubilation of a sprouting unshamed
infatuation.
In the midst of everyday madness
Unique images of addiction appear
reviving the sparks of tender romance
She came to vanish like a mirage.
Time is timed, age too kills
Yet her nose tamed me to think
time could be caged and moulded
to block the tiny hole of the sun dial
The lone means to shame the vendor of time.

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