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In the confines of my room I sit Glow of the lamp permeating the darkness Pen in hand, blank page in front. From outside come the screams A frenzied crescendo High pitched voices
You have come to a shop My shop. Here I sell love. Love in return for a few smiles, Love in return for a few kind words. Timings of the shop: From the time the earthen lamp is lit
Standing around I watch the woods burn Dew drops of temptation, whimper and melt with the sundown. Choked embers of passion hang in the night. In the forest, Sapped memories
Written in the context of the separatist movements in Northeast India and the coverage of the same given in national and International media and by 'intellectuals'.
Hope is but an amputated limb Fissures oozing putrefied dreams Ravens scythe through my moonlit field In the shadows of the bamboo grove, I write songs of love That you spit on,