Saturday 4 March 2017

Dancing Highway - Raben Lotha (BA 2nd Semester)


In the hub of Purana Bazar,
Locked in Dimapur’s heart,
There’s a highway “dancing”!
You may not know…
But this road is an offshoot
Of NH-29, a silk route.
At the most,
A few hundreds and then some,
Travellers, weary and shakey,
Pass by to reach their destinies.

It ebbs and flows,
Growing mucky in July,
Half painted black for the rest.
This fateful “dancing highway”;
It’s outlandish and it’s daft!
But I wish you take
A ride takes that way.
And know how, like my hunch.
The weather is going to turn
Nasty and mucky again.

Oh! “YOU” Billionaire,
You fly high in the sky,
Thundering across the rustic area,
Like a shooting star.
And do not know,
What my hunch feels like.
Hear me, I pray!
Do not let the road
Dance and and fall like waves.

This road is for
Every Nation, tongue, and tribe.
And now it’s the time,
The day and the year,
To rebuild the “Dancing Highway”.



Image courtesy - Sunil Deepak (2015)

Thursday 2 March 2017

The Darkness - Kechangutuo Meyase (BA 2nd Semester)


I look in to the night sky and I wonder “why”?
Why is there so little we know,
So little we see.
All I know is that I’m me.

I see the beauty in the darkness.
It may be there, or may be not.
But endless thoughts flourish my mind,
Of what I want the darkness to be.

If it was mine, I’d cherish my possession.
But if light unveiled something terrible,
I can’t say I’d be proud of my darkness.
Though I’d stand by it.

I wouldn’t return my back
On something I wish to be beautiful
My darkness is youthful,
So it may always change for the better.

But if the darkness was something great,
Others would grow irate.
That I took a change and paid off.
 I’d lay down and die for my darkness.

I think you should believe nothing you hear,
And half of what you see.
But I have full loyalty in what I see.
Why? Because I see its beauty.