autumn frosted sky

pukete mornings

it's old friends again:

the peculiar icy blue

of an autumn frosted sky;

as a watery sunshine

clears the palate

of last nights smoky dreams.

but wishes are horses

and beggared, i ride

with sky

(and sunshine)

for company.

bottle full of sunshine

click here to read the full poem.

mornings with the smell of change

click here for the full poem.

after the bombs

reach-in-touch-cold

call-out-hear-pain

lick-lips-taste-ash

sniff-ground-smell-fear

look-sky-see-blood

fifth-march-sixty-six

[in 1966, the indian government who could not send aid to starving mizos did manage to send the air force to bomb aizawl-the only time (thankfully) that india has bombed its own 'citizens'. click here to read a transalation of a personal account or here to the wikipedia page about mizoram]