This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full.
As the bleak eyes look onto her and wrestles, For hidden answers, for truth, sweet and bitter. But this heaven lies in the arms of hell and nestles, The brute, so brute, and shines to live in her silver glitter.
From a past forbidden, hidden, wronged in this darkness The buried heart that groans and moans lying frozen, Yet she dismays the fate, the worth, ugly to harness As her heaven dreams of distant truth and love to reason.
I am currently a Doctorate in Linguistics from North-Eastern Hill University, Shillong, Meghalaya (India). I was born on 2nd November, 1983 in my hometown, Haflong, in Assam (India). Haflong is in the lap of nature and the beautiful Barail mountains have always inspired me to dream and write. I wrote my first poem 'roses' when I was 10 years old though I lost that piece as a young child. I have been writing several poems since then as a young girl and a confused teenager, but very few though more meaningful ones, as of now. Shillong with its scenic beauty keeps me engrossed with photography, fun with friends, social activities and a little time for poetry amidst the hectic research schedules. My poetry themes vary from nature to ambitions, from self questions to relationships. My other favorite pastimes include, writing short stories and quotations, trekking, shopping, sketching, travel and many others. I do not know what future brings in, with poetry for me, but it's something I love doing when I'm best left with, all by myself and my world of emotions.
out near the dew on the ground frozen cud deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain
Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity
As a result of abundant endowment, A state in nature, ensured of security A stage of impasse had we reached, Below which a formidable breech, The means of effectiveness without, Our primitive tools of war betrayed. Despite the valour we
Standing on the road, that diverges at the end One way leads to green glory, another to the dark lane The lane never travelled, is the one I wish for As Darkness chased me, but I followed a star Standing
If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget