Saturday 3 December 2011

The Silent Hustle

I have spoken
I have sung
I have cried out loud
I have shouted
But it is in the silence that I think;
I read, listen and observe in the silence
It is the inaudible voice which I always hear;
The silence hustled and bustled in my head.
I grew up and learned in the silence
I never realized the magnitude;
Until it opened my eyes
And I understood and saw life



Tuesday 1 November 2011

Saved to Live


It was a dreadful day
A kite on the loose
A kid on the loose
Off with the rope the kid went
And walked off the building
Seconds later, the child cries
Tongue slit in half, jaws dislocated
That could have been a fateful day
If God hadn't shown his mercy
God has his plans
But no one knows
He had saved and chosen us to live
And fulfill His purpose
We may not know what lies ahead of us
But we must fulfill his purpose
He lives for us and so must we

Monday 31 October 2011

For your Mama


On 29th october 2011, Nigel's mom called me up. We talked about Him and how much we missed him. It was difficult not to shed any tear. I just couldn't control myself; hearing and seeing a mother's grief! Nigel's death has made me realize so many things and most importantly, he opened my eyes to see the depth of a mother's love

Because of you
I see a mother's  grief
Because of you
I see a mother's love
Because of you
I see hearts pouring out
You have shown us of the power and depth of love
But you didn't tell us you were leaving
Mama still cries for you
Mama longs to hear your voice
Mama wants to see your face again
Mama misses you a lot
All these years mama has been looking after you
Now all I ask from you is
"Please take care of mama too"

Highway to crap


(in collaboration with Tetei Hrahsel and Marema Zongte :D ...Juzz for fun...heheh)

Ridin' on a highway
Thought of gettin' fresh air
But all I could smell is bull shit
I'm on a highway to crap
Highway to crap

I opened up my window
Thought of gettin' fresh air
But all I could smell is cock shit
I'm on a highway to crap
Highway to crap

I stepped up on my balcony
Thought of gettin' fresh view
But all I could see is pig shit
I'm on a highway to crap
Highway to crap

Thursday 27 October 2011

Farewell

Mama said no
But I did so
A needle pierced through the thick skin
A few seconds of pain
A few weeks to heal
Such was the satisfaction
Mama didn't like it
But I did
Once wasn't enough
Neither was twice nor thrice
The ears now heavily decorated
Mama still didn't like it
But I did
Mama couldn't open my eyes
But someone else did
Mama was disappointed
My guardian angel told
Mama I'm sorry for not listening
I was blind but now I see
I've bid farewell to my studs

Wednesday 26 October 2011

It's Time

So I kept on thinking
Thinking hard
Pinching my ears
But nobody knows
Should I or should I not?
No one can give me the answer
A choice that I should make
I was in a state of confusion
If I don't do it
I feel stuck
But if I do
I feel scared
But a decision had to be made
And so I did
My apprehension was just a notion
Then I realized the values ain't gone
But cherished even more

Tuesday 25 October 2011

A peace of mind

Just to relieve a few things off my head, I took out my camera and went to the back field of my campus. A few migratory birds merrily played and fed on the lush green grass. And up above, they were swarming like bees, beautifully dancing in the air like a cloud formation. They all seem happy and glad. God has provided them a safe haven. Then I realized  Jesus' teaching about " Not to Worry about Tomorrow".

In Matthews 6: 25 -34(NIV) He said:
    25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?    28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
 
Most of the times it is difficult not to worry about Tomorrow. We often worry when we do not have enough faith. Having a full trust on God is what I (and many) have been lacking most of the times. Not to worry about tomorrow is quite a difficult task most of the times. But whenever I remember these lines, it does help me out a lot and gave a peace of mind.

Monday 24 October 2011

30th September

It was an auspicious day
132 days since we met last
We came to your house
We visit your grave
Mom still ever sad
Wise words from dad
We were glad and sad
The evening crescent was angelic
Then we knew
You were watching us from the heavens

14 days later...

Its already  been 14 days since he left
We talked last, two days before he left
I thought he left us without any last words
I was shocked, I was dumbstruck

14 days later, I checked my inbox
His message was there, sent the night before his accident
I was surprised as he rarely send messages
But his last message was left unreplied

14 days earlier, if I had replied
I would've known his last words
Something must have been in his mind
If only I knew, I would've known

14 days later, I realized
He didn't leave us abruptly
But still I asked meself, " why didn't I see that message, why, why...?'
I would've known, we would've known

The Silent Voice

Inside of me it existed
But I never knew
The language spoke to me
But I didn't realize it
It took me a few years
To find that voice
Words need not be written
Words need not be spoken
It only takes a glance
To hear the Silent Voice

The voice of life spoke to me
But I turned a deaf ear
Heaven still poured its mercy on me
Thus I was saved
Shout to me! O! Silent Voice!
I longed to hear your voice
Open my eyes
And let me not stray
Teach me a new voice
O! Silent Voice, my guardian angel

Those days

A broken whiskey bottle
Was the best I could get
My clothes had them dry
Before you could have sip

Coffee in my room
With a drop of rum
A ride on the bike
And off we go

Hunger strikes the belly
But the cooker was empty
Mama fried a midnight chicken
 And merrily we ate and went

Those were the days...

The Four Princesses

She is the tallest of them all
She hibernates like a bear in her cozy den
Her roar sounds like thunder but not to be trembled upon
Yet she is loved by all
We were the four princesses

She is husky, dusky and small
But she never shy away
She is charming but roars like a lion
Yet she is loved by all
We were the four princesses

She is gentle but stubborn
She claims to be busy
She is anxious and sarcastic
Yet she is loved by all
We were the four princesses

She is stout and clumsy
But cunning as a fox
Yet she has the heart of a dove
And thus loved by all
We were the four princesses

Home sweet Home

It was an unusual day in November, I was at Hangi Lungleng Tlang with a friend to enjoy the picturesque of the sun setting over Aizawl. The clouds went pale grey but there was no wind.  We stood there at the hill observing the beauty of our city Aizawl. Suddenly, mist slowly flowed in from all directions. It felt like a dream; the clouds slowy covering  the entire city as if someone had cast a spell on it. Showers of blessing on a winter's evening. Soon our view was also covered by mist. It was all white, it felt like a dream. It was a cold unusual winter's evening. The droplets of rain slowly decreased and the curtain opened once again. The sun rays slowly teared up the heavy grey clouds. It felt like the angels have come to liberate us from darkness.  Our city has not vanished after all. I have never experienced the beauty of my city like this  before. The sun continues to shine through the clouds in glory till it goes down in the horizon. As twilight peeked in, the city lights slowly starts to flicker, decorating the city with diamonds, gems and gold. What a lovely evening it was, experiencing the essence of my home, my birth place Aizawl. My  Home sweet home...

The Horizon

Lost in the ocean
Swimming towards the horizon
But the horizon is always out of reach
Is there a horizon?
It's there! I see it with my own eyes!
Or is it just an illusion?
What is there beyond the horizon?
What is the horizon?
Will I ever reach the horizon?
Someday I will swim across the ocean
The rain and thunder be not my obstacle
Towards my destiny
A life beyond the horizon
And be in search of the horizon no more

Sojourney

I wanted to run away from home
So I did
I wanted to see what lies beyond my cocoon
So I did
I wanted to see the greatness of the world
So I did
I wanted to follow my passion
So I did
I wanted to find out life's purpose
So I did
I wanted to see God
So I did
I wanted to go home
But I can't

Like a butterfly I flew away from home
Experiencing life beyond the cozy den
Finding a new meaning to life
Pursuing a dream
I will continue my sojourney
Till the day I reach my eternal home

Another Horizon

Still I wonder what the horizon is
I dreamt of what's beyond the horizon
I kept on walking
I leveled up
Thinking I reached the horizon
Yet infront of me lies thousands of horizons
Is the horizon for real?
May be, may be not...