tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88900291586266080692024-03-19T04:32:51.005-07:00kundo | blogKundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-36436787363169734062010-03-05T10:56:00.000-08:002010-03-05T10:56:07.356-08:00The coke story so far...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mNLHbSSXa8S1wdxRr4zQACZu3HIuwJtMjN_N93-EYRf34la4I6RIYox4PVF4uhi-wKr7JX4YMIpS8HwTl0paGXhNK2DpP8I6J_WJlRfott18eM8Unw3zeh023WqGsDC6Ar7vgEhWHkYy/s1600-h/open+happiness-watercolor+on+waterford+paper-%28back+to+back%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mNLHbSSXa8S1wdxRr4zQACZu3HIuwJtMjN_N93-EYRf34la4I6RIYox4PVF4uhi-wKr7JX4YMIpS8HwTl0paGXhNK2DpP8I6J_WJlRfott18eM8Unw3zeh023WqGsDC6Ar7vgEhWHkYy/s400/open+happiness-watercolor+on+waterford+paper-%28back+to+back%29.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-30099142977377402612009-12-10T21:11:00.000-08:002009-12-10T21:11:49.999-08:00Haiku 10-12-09My soul, dilated<br />
By the greatness of the smalls,<br />
Swallows the red Sun.<br />
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Kundo Yumnam (c) 10-12-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-20646960101389164062009-12-03T10:42:00.000-08:002009-12-03T10:42:48.625-08:00Haiku 3-12-09<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">"Open Happiness"<br />
Said the coke bottle. They didn't<br />
Have an opener.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">Kundo Yumnam (c) 3-12-09</span></span>Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-20543720001023321082009-12-01T07:38:00.000-08:002009-12-01T07:39:17.381-08:00Haiku 1-12-09On a sunless day<br />
I felt him tap on my back;<br />
But I was away.<br />
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With them screaming hymns;<br />
In this neighbourhood, I am<br />
Almost an atheist!<br />
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<br />
They erect statues<br />
In the likeness of their foes;<br />
To bury their guilt.<br />
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One morning I see<br />
Five crows circling the sky.<br />
The long dead came back.<br />
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(c) Kundo Yumnam 01-12-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-49175941730857760292009-11-29T01:34:00.000-08:002009-12-01T07:40:30.604-08:00My first try at HaikuMidnight cigarette,<br />
Passed from your mouth to my mouth.<br />
Amidst nothingness.<br />
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(c) Kundo Yumnam 29-11-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-13945730836901786642009-11-25T14:07:00.000-08:002009-11-29T06:28:58.521-08:00Overcooked thoughtsThese thoughts which I believe to be mine,<br />
Weary thoughts used many a times,<br />
Within me they ring so loud.<br />
Their ghostly echoes smeared on my mouth.<br />
Trapped, they don't leak out as deeds.<br />
My selfishness keeps them on a leash.<br />
I keep them hidden day after day.<br />
These repeating thoughts wasting away.<br />
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(c) Kundo Yumnam 26-11-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-53604234599204768752009-11-22T13:29:00.000-08:002009-12-09T09:49:10.493-08:00The MedalOn this celebrated day of the year,<br />
Morning crowds, they gather to cheer.<br />
Amidst the drums' and trumpets' roar<br />
And an eager face in uniform.<br />
His name called out as though,<br />
He was but a glorious hero!<br />
And someone supposedly important<br />
With a half fake smile, shaking his hand,<br />
Puts up these metallic suns on him.<br />
On his shirt pocket, held by a pin.<br />
Piercing and beading away some lives;<br />
Death toll adding to his style.<br />
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(c) Kundo Yumnam 23-11-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-78720214977172926282009-11-20T06:45:00.000-08:002009-11-20T06:45:37.873-08:00NgasigiSeekhre mi mayaam<br />
Lamse leihaao di leiri.<br />
Chaakkhre lambi-thong<br />
Chatnabidi chatnari.<br />
Mi maru ngaa maruna loo-re<br />
Punsi mahaaodi yaaori.<br />
Sor machaasing sor mapina honsinkhre<br />
Machaana mapidi yokli.<br />
Nungsitti maaikei-maaikeida sitli<br />
Eikhoi amatadi lengdre.<br />
Seireng kayaadi lengnari<br />
Waarisingdi hongdre.<br />
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(c) Kundo Yumnam 20-11-09Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-91647796037270136372009-04-17T14:51:00.000-07:002009-11-24T12:07:49.236-08:00Mother mosquitoHumming a slow sad song,<br />
My ears can hardly tune in.<br />
You fly around a mundane flight,<br />
With a belly full of sin.<br />
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You sin for your babies, I’ve heard,<br />
Those upside down infants.<br />
Who know not your burden and life<br />
Thriving gleefully in a thicker plane<br />
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“Infectant” is your other name.<br />
It is called out in such disdain .<br />
Crushed into a blood stain<br />
That’s not even yours to claim .<br />
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But tonight I see a different story.<br />
I see myself in your tiny body.<br />
By letting you fly away unhurt,<br />
My infinite selfishness I usurp.Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-22093038870797448802009-04-10T00:47:00.000-07:002009-04-10T00:54:21.164-07:00Mapaa machaaApikpa lamgi achouba mee machaa<br />Mahaakki nungsijaraba sana mani machaa nupa,<br />Mapaagi marek mapaagi mangaan<br />Thaakhide mayumgi hei, naapi, mapaan.<br />Mapaagi phurit mapaagi thikaa<br />Setla hulla hangkhi, "Ei chaoreko ima?"<br />Mapaasu penkhi mamaasu penkhi<br />Phipham duda MRgi nongmeisu thetkhi<br />Piklamba nupa macha chaothokkhre<br />Maming panjarikhuding penjakhre<br />Ngasidi machaa mapi onkhredana<br />Mapaagi mami samkhredanaKundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-55409462548928932662009-04-09T10:02:00.000-07:002009-04-09T10:05:25.928-07:00Moths in the closetFar away I see it come<br />Trotting nearer, in me it will plunge.<br />Piling words I slowly fade<br />Paling me down shade by shade.<br />These fears and plights and imaginations,<br />I wriggle and mumble in desperation<br />Until I am left standing alone<br />Deterring, demolishing like a cyclone.<br />Excreting out a beautiful face<br />Until I am stripped to a distasteful state.<br />Like a pointless pole I settle in<br />Stills after stills I finally feel.<br />I dare to take my first breath.<br />This new born body - I will never possess<br />As my mothful fears sink in one by one<br />Hiding, awaiting another moment to haunt.<br />Till they can flutter their frozen wings again<br />Their dusty fog encroaching my brain.Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-55049116168631061942009-04-08T10:21:00.000-07:002009-04-08T10:22:29.578-07:00Truth has no observersSo I was thinking about the concept of ultimate truth again. The ultimate truth can never be observed as observing it will always turn the observation into a perception. What I mean to say is that, observing the ultimate truth will not be enough as there will be another phenomenon created which is the act of observation; which needs to be observed for the complete understanding of the ultimate truth. And when one observes something, one cannot observe the observation. And even if one does observe the observation of the truth, another dimension of observing the observation of observing the truth is required for the complete understanding of the thing that we are observing unless we want to end up with another perception; and so the level of observation will never end. But nevertheless we exist and the universe also exists; and so there is an ultimate truth. The atoms and the molecules work the way they work, the stars and the galaxies are the way they are, big bangs happen or not happen regardless of our debates about them in our earthly spheres; and numerous other processes happen in the way they happen to make this existence exist regardless of how we understand things. They exist on their own without anyone observing it or understanding it. And ironically, we are a part of the existing cosmic mysteries and we will keep getting born and die regardless of whether we understand life or death or what happens after that, we will still be part of this unobservable truth of existence.Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-35635520776267365962009-04-08T10:00:00.000-07:002009-04-08T10:57:00.680-07:00A moment of somethingnessBeen living in a surreal dream<br />A change of mind with every blink<br />Confused with this diffusion<br />A thousand pricking emotions<br />Rendering me thoughtful till the brim<br />Yet unable to escape these margins that I feel<br />With feelings taking over my limbs and brain<br />Have got no feelings left to feel remorse and pain<br />And then my feelings turn into visions<br />Visions of possibilities not bound by time<br />But why am I stuck in these definitions?<br />“Definite” you call it but you see them perish<br />Puncturing holes to eternity<br />Forcing wonder on possibilities<br />But then the vision breaks<br />And the gravity takes and I wake<br />To these definite definitions<br />And then I wonder<br />What did I see?<br />What did I feel?<br />What am I?<br />Or am I?Kundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890029158626608069.post-71122009223394513802009-04-08T09:57:00.000-07:002009-04-08T09:59:42.134-07:00Oinambane oinambaneAkhaabagum asinbagum<br />Athumbagum apenbagum<br />Oinambane oinambane<br /><br />Mangaan marek taarakpada<br />Nongjaabina kuplakpada<br />Yumda mei laakambado<br />Nungaitagum touna nungaibado<br />Oinambane oinambane<br /><br />Pikli kaanda pamlammaga<br />Amambadadi ookhidabane<br />Nungsibara nungsidabara khangkhitana<br />Yumdagi su taanthokkhibado<br />Nongmadi khanglakpada, ningsingaga kaplammi<br />Mapaandadi ootkhide, pukningdadi<br />Oinambane oinambane<br /><br />Nangsu nongma natomta<br />Thengnaraga karigumba<br />Leitraba warigi makup mataa<br />Khangbagum kaobagum<br />Mangla taibangla khangtana<br />Karigumbadi phaokhibado<br />Oinambane oinambaneKundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944857655166895265noreply@blogger.com0