being korou:

these were written more than a year ago. I cant say they carry the same feeling my current works carry... but they are my own..... most of them are maybe too personal to be of any significance from an objective point of view. still..

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ningsingbaraa nongma
"udaba kuirammani" hairaga
nakhut thillaga nangna
nongjaabi khara utkhibado?

laak'o ngasidi chatluse
nongjaabi mathakta phammaga
numit taaba yenguse.

(c) Korou Kh (8 dec 2006)

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Wake up love.
It’s getting late now.
The sunrays are tiptoeing inside stealthily
to caress your numb cheeks.

Wake up, and tell me your dreams..
Tell me what have you seen,
Tell me where have you been,
Tell me what have you longed for….
Wake up and let’s chase our dreams.

Wake up now…
I ll take you to the village fair.
Let’s go and see what delightful things have it brought
I have heard there will be tigers this time.

Wake up love,
throw aside the blanket.
Don’t be afraid, it’s not cold outside.
It’s just a delightful breeze.
Cold enough only to tickle your limbs to liveliness.

You can’t see me in your slumber…
Wake up…. And you will find me
Right here… kneeling by your bedstead.

(c) Korou Kh (29 nov '06)

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Tonight..
I' ll try my luck.

I' ll break open my soul;
n let all the franments of my being scatter around.
hopes here, fears there,
memories to the right, nightmares to the left,
and there ll b my sinful desires,
over there my passions,
n right here my cowardice....

let them shine for once
with naked shamelessness
in this stark moonlight.

I' ll stake them up
shuffle them
and play solitaire with them..

Let me try my luck tonight.


(c) Korou Kh (3 dec 2006)


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Once there lived an angel
who thought she is a bird.

She flies ...she flies..
She dances on the ripples of the breeze.
She smiles as if she is peacefully dead.
She smiles as if she has just given birth.
as if she has found a bagfull of smiles;
..and is eager to share it with her playmates.
She flies by and hearts sprout love.

And when the day is about to end
she sees the birds fly home.
Foolish angel...she thinks she is a bird.
She thinks she is bound to follow.
Hastily she bends down..
smells the jasmine flowers..
...a breathfull of fragrance she wants to take home..
and flies back with the birds.

She thinks she will be here again
with the first rays of the morning sun.


(c) Korou Kh (6 dec 2006)


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(sequel)
My foolish bird-angel.
Flying back home.
flying along
flying alone.

The fragrance of jasmine
still lingering in her heart.
The sweetness of her smiles
still lingering on her lips.

Flying on she realised
she forgot to smile on the way back.
Flying against the breeze
even the soft breeze bruised her heart.

Foolish dat she is...
she realised only now
that her home is here only.
At the shade of her jasmine shrub
where she found her bagfull of smiles.

Then with a sudden bloom
of her sunny smile
she sang the fellow birds goodbye.
And flew back to her heaven.
Her home. Her light. Her Sun.

Her joy shone through all cosmos
when she reached her heaven.
She plucked a jasmine flower
n placed it in her hair.

And how beautiful she looked
with her angel fringe,
her flower, and her flowery smile.
My foolish angel.

(c) Korou Kh (7 dec 2006)

I am working on this composition right now ...... the initial sketch was made around 6 months back. This is the finalised layout I am following. It ll be complete by tomorrow. Hope so...

and yes .. its been a long time sinced i last blogged. well I was at home... Manipur. You can see the photographs I clicked there in my album. It has been a much needed and immensely rewarding break from the Delhi life. But its not like I was lazing around there. I was busy with a book to be published. It's written by my father, Kh Brajachand, a Manipuri playwright. I was doing the illustration for the book on top of running errands for the publication. I ll soon upload copies of the works I have done for the book. Maybe next month ...