Becoming & Being: An Ashoka Fellow

Hasina Kharbhih

Meghalaya’s Women

Korean memories

So many nations So many cultures Poets gather To exchange views for world peace. The packed audience is flooded and flooded The invaluable views Are recited through poems Hearts moved Poets hug each other. Neither creed,…

Wim 2002

A demonstration Of dynamic efforts Taken by women of South East Asia Of challenging battles Each day open a fresh page Of experience. Centex records the happenings Each day unfolds a different story A splendid experience of knowledge …

Journey to lulea

Embracing white snow Towards the snake mountain of hope Towards the Lulea town of peace. Dark blue skies floating free. Wondering over the mountain In and around Lulea. Whole  afternoon The evening appears dark. They sailed…

The night

For years now the night has Embraced me I put up no resistance Perhaps because I like to hide In its darkness….. The density of the moisture of night Compels my eyes to shut. I am sleeping on the stranded strand I am almost…

Terrorism

The absence of movements is not stillness The absence of noise is not silence, Being voiceless you couldn’t openly COMPLAIN. Being voiceless you couldn’t express your pain. The power of the masses is made to sleep. HATRED” …

Children

Children do not make concept, How would they know that The world is full of people, Who sup on innocent souls, Voice has also got an existence- which transform itself into many forms. Children innocently asked… Where the weeds…

A poet feeling s towards writing poetry

The essential quality of writing poetry, the diagrams tell us is meditation. We meditate on our ideas our thought and feelings, and shape in the light of our experiences.  Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful Emotions,…

Existence

ITS  reverberations deep into my heart Create one more bell, Build one more stupa, Did all he could do his best Freedom can also be obtained by peace Preach it trumpet blast. In the life of world can he be forgotten of love and…

Journey to Yanji

Embracing blue mountains, Towards the hill of hope Towards the village of peace White clouds floating free Wondering over the skies Whole day The evening sun appears dark red, They sailed away hundred of miles. …

Poetry

Dark scar of the night To immortalize the past With the eyes of the future Every moment hoping to return Man hidden behind childhood With renewed fear in his marrow At no cost shall I speak The seed of one’s own suffering Grows…

We advance

Many false visions are fastened to us, Many unreal values surround us. But man comes with these naturally. I could write verses and more to make the revolution in this world to make it We will be millions of victories. It was then…

Here i am writing a poem

While I write my poetry, You sing at the tip of my pen, A single line of poetry, A single tune of harmony, Your confession was a pleasant Surprise, seemed almost unbelievable, You won’t know of my wild idea But if you do …

Oh Kargil!

A wall built unconsciously! Two nations? The wall dividedTo be broken down- For both the sids. The white clouds floating Above them. Innocent people How far will they bear? The massacre for division. Light rays of tomorrow …