November 22, 2015 · 

" When the longing grows, it will hurt to death. But because we have our memories, I'll smile."  - (*t.*)

chingjao manasu ukhibani
uful thangba lambi masu
achikpa chirol ni
nggisu eigisu
amata oina

wangma amadagi amada
tam dagi thaplaga khun amada
chingjumgi laija lotpa mafm duda

lotkhiba waridi halkkani
manglan da amuk amuk
eshei oina saktuna epaose
thakhibani malangda toina
ningsing tellang-ga da haktuna
numidangwairam khuding

kaonagumsi
ningsingnasi haina
ningsingnasi haina

  

the blue hills saw it

the dusty path too

a quiet whisper ‘twas

yours and mine

converged as  one!

From this side to over there,

from the plain to the far-off hills,

to the place where the cool blue

fountain water hides.

those tales hidden

would return

in dreams every now and then

without any word of caution

Strung together as a song,

engraved on the kite of

remembrance

my wishes and longings

sent I have to where you’re.

every evening when dusk arrived

Praying..

wishing..

not to forget ever,

to remember ever.

    

© Rajkumar Panthoiren