By baruk on August 30, 2011
the wind whispers and there is no smell of ash or the creaking sounds of a world turning to rust the wind howls and there is no smell of ash or the creaking sounds of a world turning to rust and in the end everything changes and everything remains the same
Posted in poems | Tagged as, change, rust, wind, world |
By baruk on May 24, 2011
your war is your own. your victory and celebration is yours, and the ecstatic chanting of your name. yours is the power. and the glory. yours the collateral damage and the bodycount. mine? mine is the empty. the alone. and the wishing. but your war, your war is your own.
Posted in poems | Tagged glory, power, war |
By baruk on May 3, 2011
We could not see you, Though you stood right there, In a bright red dress. We could not hear you, Though you broke your voice, Screaming into our ears. Instead we chose The facade of smiles, Blind our eyes, To that which made us uneasy, Itched under our skins. And when your smile turned [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged bright red dress, lalnunsanga ralte, poem, sanga, shillong |
By baruk on April 22, 2011
commit your mortal dreams to that undying flame, and scream. the rabid angel’s song is fading on the rise… the eyes, the eyes! soaked in washed out wrung, and hung to die. NOTE: this is a tidied-up version of crucified, probably written around 1993.
Posted in poems | Tagged crucified, death, poem, poetry |
By baruk on April 19, 2011
moisturise your knees carefully. rub hard on the dead skin parts that’ve got too used to kneeling; you’ll be standing now, and sitting. it’ll take some time and patience to break a lifetime habit.
Posted in poems | Tagged freedom, knees, moisturise |
By baruk on February 11, 2011
(go here for the full poem, here to read about my favourite sunset) i’ve always loved sunsets, though it is only lately that i have a sea to go with it. sunsets (and the sea) have always been a reminder that my life means little in the larger scheme of things, that “men may come [...]
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged death, peace, sea, sunset |
By baruk on January 21, 2011
i love living in this city. love walking down streets with cliff-like buildings looming over, or spattered with the colourful bits and remains of posters and sticker art; love the chatter of the pedestrian lights as they change to draw a swarm of people across or the sound of laughter in 17 different languages. i [...]
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged auckland, breathe, city |
By baruk on December 3, 2010
around this time last year we had the end of year christmas picnic at hamilton north school, where i was a relieving teacher aide for a while. 2009 was the first time i had any extended contact with intellectually disabled children, and i was coming to the end of that experience. it was almost gratifying [...]
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged children, hamilton north, party tree, RDA |
By baruk on November 27, 2010
…and that’s all i have to say about that.
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged beach, panacea, sea, shells, sunshine |
