Darning Desires

To those who find discord in my path, my thoughts, or my very being, little good will they find to speak of me. Yet, invite the voices that resonate with my core, and they shall illuminate the virtues they see within. For the world's gaze, and the image it casts of any soul, is but a mirror to its own depths. No one walks purely in light, nor solely in shadow; a subtle turning of the mind's eye can reveal an entirely new horizon.

(Ni 22. 01. 2025) Felna leh thatna buklungah chuan Ka chezia leh kamchhuak a tling lo ka ni. Incheina bawlhlo te chuan min ti mawi zo ve lo a, Ka pawnlam lan dan hian ka chhungril nun a hen si lo. Ka kianga par te zara vul ve; Ka hniakhnu – chi aia khawizua mi dawmtute vanga Buk tling ve mai chauh hian Chhuan tur ka nei love. Min siamtu duan leh din ka nihna a, Vaivuta siam, vaivuta kir leh mai tur hi Mi chunga mit len a thlazar thei ka ni lo. Ka nihna engkim hretu Pathian hian ka samzai khat pawh a hmuhhmaih silo. Mi en chhuak a, a engah chuan ka tlinlohna ka fiahzual thin. Kraws-a Isua thisen khan min silfai a, Chutin, Eng tura siamthar ka ni ta. Keimaha Isua eng chu midangte kawng kawhhmuh nan leh, Midangte malsawmna thlen nan a ni a, Keimah kaltlanga A hnathawh zawh a nih nan. Midangte kungah – khawngaihnaa par chhuang ve thei chauh, Midangte thatna zar zova nung hram hram, Fakna leh selna awka in a a chhawmdawl ka hringnun hi vui thei a nilo. Davida virvawm lamlian sialtu khan Hmu...

Like a tree on a hilltop, That withstands storms, heavy pours, Scorching sun and withered stones. Fixing its roots deep to the core It bends and sways Where the wind takes But never moved its roots It stood firm and unbothered And continues to grow Like a tree on a hilltop Life blessed us with toils and snares Webs and nets along the way Trying to bring us down, to move our feet Like a tree on a hilltop We stand firm, Neither moving our feet Nor falling from the blows Against all the turmoils We rise, through trials and temptations With strength and resilience Like a tree on a hilltop. -Hminghlui Hc

The day will come when a mournful announcement echoes through our neighborhood. Young hearts will ache as they gather at the house, where the air hangs heavy with grief. Tears will flow freely, a river of sorrow for the departed soul. Distant relatives will arrive, their faces etched with the pain of loss. But you, my friend, will lie peacefully within the cold embrace of the coffin. Your journey has ended, your earthly form now still. Social media will become a canvas of remembrance, adorned with your cherished photographs. No joyous birthday wishes, but heartfelt messages of peace and tranquility for your soul. Friends and loved ones will share poignant stories of your life, celebrating the impact you made on their own. For one day, we will all join the silent slumber beneath the earth. Our deeds, our choices, the echoes of our lives – these will be the measure of our existence. Let us strive to live with intention, to sow seeds of kindness and compassion. For when our time comes, it...

I stare, deep into the painting on the wall Abstract, trying to figure out what it presents Colours of all shades, lines of all shapes The sizes differ, with each changing angles And longer, I stare, deep into the painting on the wall. Beauty unfolds along the chain of thoughts With the shining light above As I stare between the lines of that painting, Making meaning of what I want it to be How I want to perceive it. A little thought struck once again, Of how the world revolves. Of how an ordinary sees the ordinary Drawing one another from our perception Not of what they actually are. Their expectations, their views of who I am Drawing fine lines of what they want me to be Not trying to see the invisible and explore To see what lies beyong the lines And comprehend who I actually am. Once I see the beauty beyond the lines and shades The nature of the painting unfolds A beauty incomparable of what the naked eyes see,  But the heart understands For it tells a tale of a damsel, asking ...

For years, I deny myself a life,  A life I dread to live- Of no enthusiasm or passion.  Shutting the emotions away  To keep myself intact  And to stop myself from hurts.  I try to live the "American Dream"  The life where dreams come true  Tricking myself into thinking  That I was good enough  Well-liked, And was something to the world.  Oh! Could I be more wrong?  I was not brave at all. Infact,  A coward who wouldn’t risk to fail  Is who I really am?  Behind the veil, I saw a girl,  Brave enough to be nothing  But herself. The bravest one I ever saw.  She was a Miller, Yet, her heart was free  And I,  Envy her for what she holds.  I denied myself of who I am, And shield the feeble heart I own; To be someone, something. Moulding to be a perfect fit for the world. But nothing could be more wrong. The greatest truth, at last I found My own true self, a peace of mind.  -Hminghlui_Hc

Kan upa telh telh a, ṭhiante pawh han in hmuhkhawm chu sawiloh, inbiak pawh ringawt pawh a harsa telh telh tawh a. Engemaw changa chanchin han inzawh zeuh pawh thil buaithlak a ni chho ṭan a. Piancham in lawmpui hun hi kan inbiak tam ber a ni ve ta reng mai. Duhthlan theih nise, hlim taka ṭhianho a han nuih uar uar a, lungkham vak neilo a awm reng kha kan thlang ṭheuhvin ka ring. Mahse, mihring chu hmasawnna nena ke pen tura duan kan ni a. Kan awmhmun ngaia kan awm reng chuan hnungtawlh kan ni mai dawn si. Khawvel inher zelin a a ken tel, hmasawnna chu kan duh emaw duhlo emaw kan vawn ve tlat a ngai si. Ngai tak chung siin kan nun hlui te kan thlahliam a, kan thinlung a cham reng turin kan ṭhenrual ṭha te pawh kan vai liam ve mai a.  Tuemaw chuan, “mamawh lai chauha min be tu chu ṭhianṭha an nilo”, tiin alo sawi thla ve rawk a. Kei erawh chuan heihi ka chah duh che ka ṭhian, I hlim ni in mi hrechhuak lo mah la, I lungngaih ni emaw min mamawhna I nei anih phawt chuan I tan ka awm re...

It was a cold and windy night, yet, the fans propelled above me. I lay flat on the bed and think. Yes, I think, and again, fear struck. The fear of losing. The fear that keeps me uneasy, even with the assurance flowing from you. I took a soft breathe in, and gave another heavy one out. Never did I know this fear would weight me down. Felt like something heavy pulling me to drown and there's no way out. Why do I feel this way? And why does it kept me up all night? I watch the dark sky, ready to pour heavy drops, thinking to myself how lovely it would be to be able to pour out one's heart. But, there's none I could do. The heaviness seeps inside me and plants its root. The fear of the unknown that keeps one awake till the clock strikes 3.  We keep moving on, though tomorrow is not promised. We hope for the best, yet prepare for the worse. We live everyday with the beauty of "maybe", even if the fear keeps us up all night long. And as they say, sometimes, "not k...

Across the silent corridors of the infirmary I heard a gentle sob from the other end Unknown to me who she was Or where she lived Yet, I was concerned by the way she act Packed her things up with a gentle rub On her face to clear the tears. The man in white coat wrapped her tight As if telling her it will soon be sunshine and rainbows But all seems to be of vain for the little girl She showed all signs of sorrow and grief It was until the stretcher was rolled that i came back to sense. Yes, she lost her most precious one Her mother was there lying senseless No respond to the girl who calls her out "Amma", she cried and cried  Begging her hearts out for even just a nod But no, the body laid there flat. The silent corridor was filled with cries The walls seems colder than the other nights They soon rolled her away  Swiftly across the hall And the cries fade away  As the stretcher was rolled further away into the halls.