Inner Speech

Inner speech:
The mind with its restless wings
Flaps like a butterfly
In search of its own nectar
And the brink of satisfaction,
Never settles at one spot.
Wistful thoughts
Threaded into a string of hope
Lands at the pole like a flag
Sometimes fluttering gently in the breeze
Then flapping vigorously in the whirlwind
And it will never be still.

My book "Land of the Dancing Deer"

I am so glad that that I have finally been able to publish my book of poetry. The title is dedicated to a particular deer known as Sangai which is found in the North Eastern state of Manipur in India. Since it has been facing extinction,the local people and government have been trying to protect it. Its habitat is at "Keibul Lamjau National Park," the only floating national park in the world located in the Southern part of " The Loktak lake," the second largest lake in India.
The book is now available at www.lulu.com.

Starting over

Writer's Block

Writer’s Block. (W
The sun dips its fingers in the western horizon
Paints a hue of purple glaze in the sky
Like on a canvas.
How I wish I could capture
This moment
In my blank page.

As the sun vanishes
A dark cloud in the form of curtains rolls over
And blocks my vision.

The first curtain in glittering bold letter:
“Writing? Who is going to read your
dumb poems?”
My half scribbled papers, crumpled
Fly into my thrash bin.
The next curtain unveiled
again in bold letters
“You’re a bore”

Hope of writing collapses again
My pen slips from my grip
Rolls down on the floor,
My gaze in perplexed mood.
I see only my inner critique
Sneering at me with illusive taunts

While ideas in the form of words flutter again
I promptly grab my pen
To fill my blank pages
And say good bye to
Monster critique.

I promise myself not to stumble
into its frozen crevices of traps.
Gentle nudges and consistent efforts
Are now my vital nutrients
To help me hold my pen again steadily.

Let those curtains with dumb bold letters
Hang in someone else’s closet.