Saturday, June 4, 2011


Under that sky over those forsaken stars 
Falling like your own tears
You wished never to be hungry through generation and generations
Tonight against the universe of my hair
Whisper me another promise!
When the fragment of the setting sun carries away the distance
The urban braches and the dusty roads, the jamming streets
That was the evening when life becomes trafficless
The day I depart for that land
For a land that smell of smoked fish
The land as sour as the potful of soijin
And odours a clayey rural sweat

From beyond the hills from where …
Clouds have their endless exodus
Would you believe me if I say
Our ancestors were those clouds?

Would you deny if I say …
That I branch out my tea cup over that sky
For a drop of that rain for a spoonful of sugar?

Would you believe if I say
This land means same to me
As to her who casting her net standing on the edge of that slender boat?
In that river that give them the scent of fish

My poesy swindle you with musical strings of words
Like would you believed me when I say
I string for you a set of pearls from where the great poets were exiled?
Would you believe me if I write about seas that does not shore our land
I don’t own a sea to write of its foaming waves
I don’t have a tower from the top of which I can see all the splendour of this world
All I have inherites is a phanek khongdai
With the scent of women I belong to
A few old weather beaten leaves of pages
Where I write poetry with an broken pen with dried ink
I abandoned a few and gathered fewer
I am richer by irresistible summons from the fields and hills
Long after call from all quarters cease

Friday, April 22, 2011

Barren heartlands

Right here in this world
Right here on this earth

With old forgotten folk song on my lips
I have tilled your barren heart
Reaped the harvest of the land you left

I have broken down the forts made by them
I had no time to string a garland for you
Here I stand unadorned and unarmed unlike others

Right here in this world
Right here on this earth

In the crowd I am jostling to reach you
As you walked out of the prison
I swear they must have told you I am untouchable to you

Right here in this world
Right here on this earth
Your smile couriers my spring
Your tears announce my monsoon

There will be a time when I stand for trial nude under the blushing sun
That hour I shall not be judge with gazes

There must be skeleton of our words
Footprints of our voyages
Fossils of our nameless desires with its countless denials
In this lifetime I may not see the mountains washed away
That covered the relics of things  I call ours
Yet there are strings of echoes from beyond,
And you are the sole inhabitant of that kingdom beyond

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

New Year

This last night of dying year
Orion is bright in the flooding seas of stars
But then what does this new year mean to them
Is it that they appear and disappear?
Then what does this New Year mean to us
That we disappear and never appear?
When my body my soul and my heart
Blooms into glorious yellow blossoms
In the meadows some day
Why wonder?
When the rhythm of July rain
Echoes as my footsteps
In the fields of this valley some day
Why wonder?
Though you are miles away
On my couch in this cold December night
I wrap a poem for you
In the warmth of my breath
In the scent of my tresses
So that when you open it
You read me in the poem.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

To My Love

The moment you dethrone
That goddess in your heart
And replace it with me
Allow me to know
Let me taste it with a vengeance

The day when you wish to say
‘Let’s go home’
I am standing by
Ready to leave everything aside
To set forth hand in hand

When you want to let loose yourself
And swim in my wave
When you want to drown yourself
In the depth of me
Drunk with me
You just have to tell me

But never ask me where I go
In the midst of the dark night
Never ask me what I metamorphosed into
In the full moon light
Never ask me why
I vanish in those sullen evening
Never ask me to lock my doors
You never know when my wings burst forth
Never ask me to bind my hair
For my comrades trace me through its scent
My beloved!
Never ask me my revelation.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Nomads and their Caravans

Halt the advancing dreamlets
They only show the earthly
Hold the flapping winglets
They only tempt freedom
Hold the flooding starlets
They only drown souls
Halt the ticking timelets
The past is already brimming

Halt that story teller
That narrates my legend
Declining to be the heroin
I decide to join the caravans
Of nomads of this tribe of woman

Tonight as I decide to marry
I prepare my trousseau
These dreams; these wings
These stars; these ticking times

See my groom on the horizon
He who nonchalantly walks towards me
I have not seen him ever before
But I do know his gait,
I do know his hair ruffled by the fingers of wind
I do know his scent
Like drifting from fresh bamboo grooves
I do know he is the one who should be coming
Long lost; long foretold to be found
The long time ticks away
Sand’s last grain slips through my fist
Right here; right now
I am a bride all over again

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Broken Twig

Goddess of winter is at last awake
There are arrivals of departures
Of seasons and peoples
Bees of hours suck honey
From the flowers of my chronicle
Of love of an eternal whore
Every season brings a relic
From some far-away corner
Where the twilight scatters his shadow
Tentacles of nameless desires
Slither within me
Like swimming in the flood of wind
Like walking with no end
In the trimmed fields of ripe paddy
Like laying at the foothill
Caressing the green fur of the mammoth mountain
Like knitting a yarn from the cotton cloud...
Of all ...
Golden evening sky with the lonesome star
Broke the branches of my heart
My tears are none but
The dew at the tip of a broken twig

Friday, September 3, 2010

Open Door

When you wake up from my arms
When the glow worms beckons you
When you wish to read
The golden poems written by dusk on the horizon
                                        The door is painfully open

When the orchids have woven their garlands
When the thunder wakes you up
When you wish you disentangle
Your fingers from my hair
                                        The door is painfully open

When the echoes from highlands come to blow
With the growl of the valley
When you wish to take up your weapon                 
Of warhead with rose
When you wish to whisper the last word
                                         The door is painfully open

When you want to become the son of this earth
When the throne await you to be crowned
When you wish to dethrone
The maiden of this soil
                                        The door is painfully open

When the “chengi”of tresses of other woman lures you
When the songs of my valley no more pleases you
When you wish to shrug off from my aroma
From the cage of my love
                                     The door is painfully open