Monday, April 29, 2024

Umngot River a Serene Embrace

Crystal clear as the sky's own hue,

Umngot river, a mirror true.

Down the hills, its waters flow,

Reflecting the world with a gentle glow.


Divers plunge, with hearts elate,

Into waters pure, where dreams await.

In every dive, a moment to savor,

In Umngot's embrace, joy finds its flavor.


In the depths, a world unseen,

Where silence reigns, and peace convenes.

Umngot's whispers, soft and clear,

Echo through time, drawing hearts near.


As clear as the sky, this river divine,

Where fish glide, and pearls brightly shine.

In Umngot's depths, pebbles dance with glee,

Visible treasures for all to see.

Just a stone's throw from Shillong's grace,

Umngot flows, a serene embrace

Where dreams arise and hearts tend,

In the river's depth, time seem to bend.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.











Saturday, April 27, 2024

Kwai

In the abode of clouds and mountain's crest,

Where Khasi hearts beat strong and blessed,

A tradition cherished, time-honored and true,

In every home, in every view.

In every hearth, with warmth and zest,

Betel nut and leaf, by love confessed,

A symbol of kinship, in hues so bright,

Welcoming guests from dawn till night.


With reverence and respect, they're bestowed,

A gift of honor, a debt that's owed,

In Khasi homes, where hearts are kind,

Betel nut and leaf, forever bind.


With each chew, a bond is formed,

A bridge of friendship, through time adorned,

Conversation flows, like rivers wide,

As laughter echoes, side by side.


In Khasi tradition, this ritual sublime,

Echoes the spirit of a bygone time,

Where hospitality reigns supreme,

And betel nut and leaf fulfill the dream.


So let us raise a toast, to this cherished art,

That binds us close, and warms the heart,

In the land of Khasi, where legends roam,

Kwai pathi and shun, find its home.


~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.









In Sumer Village Where Life's a Song,

In Sumer's village, where life's a dance,

'Midst hills and streams, where dreams enhance,

The school stands tall shining bright,

Amidst the day and evening's light.


Beside the school, the MRF's beat,

Retreading tyres in rhythm's feat,

While Kala Bazar paints hues so fine,

In Sumer's tale, its colors shine.


And o'er the fields, the playground calls,

Where footballers chase and spirits sprawl,

With every kick, a dream takes flight,

In Sumer's tale, beneath the light.


At dawn's first blush, the joggers tread,

In morning's hush, their paths they spread,

A rhythm set by steps so sure,

In Sumer's tale, their hearts allure.


As day gives way to evening's glow,

Fast food aromas gently flow,

And joggers pause, and footballers rest,

In Sumer's tale, they find their nest.


And when the stars adorn the sky,

With pegs of wine, the spirits fly,

In Sumer's village, where life's a song,

Amidst the day, the night, so long.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Their Love Endures Forevermore.

In the halls of college, love did bloom,

Two souls entwined, their hearts in tune.

Through laughter and tears, they forged their way,

In the golden light of a youthful day.


Hand in hand, they walked the miles,

Sharing dreams and secret smiles.

But shadows fell upon their bliss,

A rift emerged, a lover's abyss.


Misunderstanding cast its darkened veil,

And love's sweet song began to pale.

They parted ways, their hearts adrift,

In the ebb and flow of a painful rift.


She found solace in another's embrace,

While he delved deep into words, finding grace.

In the ink-stained nights, he poured his soul,

Turning heartache into stories untold.


Years passed by, and fame embraced his name,

Yet echoes of her lingered in his flame.

She, too, found him in the pages turned,

His love and loss, the lessons learned.


As fate's gentle hand led them to meet,

Old wounds reopened, hearts skipped a beat.

In the quiet of reunion's embrace,

They found forgiveness, a sacred space.


Though their love's journey reached its close,

Its echoes lingered, like a fragrant rose.

In the walls of their intertwined fate,

 Their story endures, a timeless state.

For love, though fleeting, leaves its mark,

In the depths of souls, in the lightest spark.

And though they walked separate shores,

Their love endures, forevermore.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.






Huyen Lallong

In the land where hills hold secrets deep,

Where echoes dance and whispers creep,

Huiyen Lallong, a tale to keep,

In martial grace, its warriors leap.


From the land of gems heart, it did arise,

Beneath vast skies and watchful eyes,

Fluid forms beneath the sun's disguise,

In every step, a legacy lies.


With Thang that sing and Ta that soar,

They weave their tales, their lore restore,

Through artistry, they seek to explore,

The essence of battles fought before.


In Huiyen's dance, a rhythm flows,

Each motion tells of ancient throes,

With every strike, a story grows,

Of valor, honor, and warrior's woes.


So let us cherish this art profound,

With each movement, its spirit's found,

In Huiyen's grace, a world unbound,

Where past and present become one sound.

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.


Loktak Lake in the Land of Gems

In the land of gems, Loktak Lake lies still,

Reflections of beauty, where dreams fulfill.

Woven with Phumdis, floating isles so rare,

Nature's canvas, beyond compare.


Lotus blooms dance on waters serene,

Whispering tales of lands unseen.

Fishermen's boats glide, a timeless glide,

In harmony with the lake's gentle stride.


Birds in flight, a symphony above,

Serenading the lake, with songs of love.

O Loktak! Jewel of Manipur's grace,

A sanctuary where spirits embrace.


In every ripple, a story untold,

In every breeze, a legend unfold.

Loktak Lake, a treasure to cherish,

In its embrace, all souls flourish.

Thursday, April 25, 2024

A Strong Lady

In the heart of the storm, a warrior stands tall,

A strong lady, facing a foe, she'll conquer it all.

Multiple sclerosis, a daunting plight,

But she's armed with courage, ready to fight.


With each sunrise, she greets the day,

Determined to chase the shadows away.

In her eyes, a fire burns bright,

Igniting hope in the darkest night.


She educates herself, learns the terrain,

Knowledge her shield against the pain.

Through valleys of uncertainty, she'll tread,

With resilience as her trusted thread.


She moves with grace, in each step she takes,

Defying the odds, whatever it takes.

Exercise becomes her steadfast ally,

Strength blossoms, beneath the azure sky.


In the garden of nourishment, she tends,

Feeding her body, mending the bends.

A diet of health, a feast for her soul,

Fueling her spirit to reach her goal.


When stress looms large, she finds her calm,

In the gentle rhythm of a soothing psalm.

Meditation's embrace, a refuge to find,

Restoring balance to her restless mind.


Surrounded by love, she finds her scribe,

Kindred spirits on this journey, side by side.

Their support, a guiding star in the night,

Guiding her through the toughest fight.


Medication, a sword in her hand,

She wields it bravely, as she takes a stand.

Adhering to the path, prescribed with care,

Finding solace in the healing air.


With each milestone, she celebrates,

A testament to her strength, her fate.

In the cycle of life, she weaves her song,

A melody of resilience, eternally strong.


So here's to the warrior, fierce and true,

In her heart, the courage to see it through.

For in her battle, we find our light,

A ray of  definite hope, shining ever bright.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Echoes of the Past

In the sepia tones of yesteryears' embrace,

Old photographs unveil a tender space.

A glimpse of love, once fervently shared,

Now captured in moments, fragile and bared.


Faces etched with smiles, eyes gleaming bright,

Each frame whispers tales of a shared delight.

Hand in hand, amidst life's winding maze,

Two souls danced through the sunlit days.


But time, relentless, weaves its silent thread,

And parted ways, the path diverged and spread.

Yet in the album's pages, memories reside,

A testament to love that once fiercely defied.


Through faded hues and memories' haze,

The heart finds solace in these bygone days.

For though we've journeyed on, paths apart,

In these old pictures, love remains an art.


So let us cherish these echoes of the past,

Each snapshot a reminder, meant to last.

For in the tapestry of time, though we may roam,

The love we shared forever finds a home.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.


Wednesday, April 24, 2024

Swatantra Senani Shaheed Major Durga Malla

In the hills of Dehradun, where the Gorkhas proudly stand,

Lies the tale of Major Durga Malla, a hero of the land.

Born into Thakuri lineage, his heart ablaze with fire,

He marched with Gandhi's vision, against the British empire.


From student to soldier, his path was clear and bold,

In the ranks of the Gorkha Rifles, his courage we behold.

Joining the INA, with Netaji Bose's call,

He rose to the rank of Major, ready to give his all.


In the shadows of Kohima, where battles fierce were fought,

Malla stood with honor, his every action sought.

Captured by the enemy, his fate sealed by their decree,

Yet he faced his trial with dignity, his spirit ever free.


"The sacrifice I offer shall not be in vain,

India will be free," he said, amidst sorrow and pain.

To his beloved Sharda, his words of strength he gave,

As he stood for his convictions, steadfast and brave.


Married in the shadow of uncertainty, his love never waned,

Even as the gallows awaited, his spirit remained unchained.

On Martyrs' Day we remember, his sacrifice so grand,

Major Durga Malla, forever etched in our land.


With statues raised in honor, his memory we uphold,

A symbol of courage and sacrifice, courageous and bold.

In the heart of every Gorkha, his legacy shall stay,

Major Durga Malla, guiding us on our way.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







Brave Warrior Captain K. C. Nongrum

Amidst the peaks of Kargil, where the echoes of war resound,

Lies the tale of a hero, with courage truly profound.

Captain K.C. Nongrum, in the Army he did stand,

Brave, strong and resolute, defending the motherland.


In the hour of conflict, where valour meets the foe,

He bore the weight of duty, he had task to do.

In the summer of '99, when the mountains echoed strife,

He fought for his nation and sacrificed his life.


Through piercing bullets, and the thunder of  fight,

He stood as a guardian, with all his might.

But in the heat of battle, where heroes are made,

He made the ultimate sacrifice, painted the soil red.


For his bravery in battle, and his valour on that hill,

Captain K.C. Nongrum, we honor you still.

In the chronicle of history, your name will shine bright,

A gallantry of courage, in the darkest of night. 


Rest in peace, brave warrior, in your eternal bed,

The motherland will remember, the blood that you shed.

In the hearts of your comrades, and your countrymen too,

You'll live on forever, in the red, white, and blue.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Saturday, April 20, 2024

William A Sangma

In northeastern state a man stood,

A leader bold, with vision good.

William A. Sangma, his name renowned,

In the heart of the hills, his legacy crowned.


With lurking stride and noble grace,

He led his people in every place.

From Tura's hills to Shillong's breeze,

He championed tribal rights with  ease.


Chief Minister he, with wisdom's light,

Guided Meghalaya through day and night.

In governance strong, he took his stand,

For progress and peace across the land.


Advocate of tribes, their voice he raised,

In halls of power, where justice blazed.

For tribal rights, he fought with might,

In every battle, for truth and right.


A leader true now lies in shroud,

His deeds  echo throughout abode of cloud,

A ray of hope in a  man so kind,

William A. Sangma, in memory enshrined,


Though he may rest in fields of green,

His spirit, his vision, forever keen.

In Meghalaya's heart, his name shall ring,

A tribute to him, we forever sing.


In William A. Sangma's honor, we say,

Thank you for lighting our path each day.

Your legacy lives, in the hearts that beat,

In the northeast's  story, forever sweet.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.









Tihar

In the vibrant and lively  Indian culture,

Nepali hearts find a festive allure.

Tihar, a radiant jewel in the year's embrace,

Bringing joy and light to every space.


As the autumn breeze carries a whisper of cheer,

Nepali homes glow with lamps so dear.

Beautiful lights in bustling streets and lanes,

The spirit of Tihar joyously reigns.


Each day of Tihar holds its own delight,

A symphony of rituals, a luminous sight.

From Kaag Tihar with crows in the morning sun,

To Bhai Tika, sibling bonds forever spun.


Marigold garlands adorn doorways with grace,

As homes are adorned, a sacred space.

Colorful rangolis bedeck the floor,

Welcoming luck and blessings galore.


Deities are honored with fervent devotion,

Amidst chants and prayers, a heartfelt emotion.

Goddess Laxmi, embodiment of wealth and light,

Bestows her blessings, shining bright.


In India's melting pot of diversity,

Nepali culture blooms in unity.

Tihar, a festival of love and mirth,

Bringing together hearts from every birth.


Though miles may stretch between land and kin,

Tihar binds them close, from within.

In the glow of lamps and laughter's embrace,

Nepali spirits are high in every place.


~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.





Kul Puja

In Darjeeling, beneath the Kanchenjunga peak,

Where heritage whispers and tradition speak,

Lies a ritual cherished old and true,

Kul Puja, a bond between Him and you.


Gathered around the hearth, in reverence we stand,

Ancestral spirits, a guiding hand.

With offerings of flowers, fruits so sweet,

They honor our roots, in each heart beat.


Kul Devta, guardian of their clan,

In His presence, their spirits expand.

Blessings they seek, for their family tree,

Grant them prosperity, harmony, and glee.


Through generations, their light shines bright,

Symbol of love, in the darkest night.

In this sacred union, past and present entwine,

As they honour their ancestors, in this hymn divine.


So let them sing, let their voices soar,

In praise of those who've gone before.

Kul Puja, a culture woven with care,

Binding them close, in a bond rare.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Kong Nah's Kitchen

Admist the hills in Khasi land,

Where kong Nah's heart and kitchen stand,

A feast of flavors, rich and grand,

In every dish, a story planned.


Rice, the foundation, pure and white,

Binds the meal from dawn till night.

With meat, the pride of Khasi fare,

Pork and chicken, flavors rare.


Jadoh sings with spice and heat,

Rice and meat in union sweet.

Tungrymbai's the fermented grace,

A taste of tradition, time to embrace.


Doh-Neiiong, with sesame's kiss,

A savory symphony, hard to miss.

Each bite, a journey, flavors bloom,

In Khasi kitchens, in every room.


Kwai, the betel, shared with cheer,

A bond of friendship, ever near.

Chutneys, pickles, vibrant and bold,

A burst of flavors that her foods hold.


So let us savour, let us dine,

On Khasi food, a treasure divine.

In every bite, a tale unfolds,

Of culture, heritage, and stories old.


~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.





Mayong: Whispered With Fear

In the shadows of Assam's secret land,

Lies a village steeped in tales so grand.

Mayong, its name whispered with fear,

Where mystic whispers and legends leer.


In the heart of this ancient domain,

Echoes of magic in the winds remain.

Mayongia Tantra, the ancient art,

Spins spells and potions, weaving hearts.


Beneath the boughs of the whispering trees,

Whispers of sorcery dance on the breeze.

Legends speak of powers unseen,

Where reality blurs and dreams convene.


Strange are the tales that Mayong tells,

Of vanishing souls and enchanted spells.

In the twilight's embrace, secrets unfold,

In this village where mysteries behold.


Yet beyond the shroud of darkness and dread,

Lies a tapestry of history, richly spread.

Mayong, a cradle of culture and lore,

Where tales of magic and truth adore.


So wanderer, tread softly through Mayong's streets,

Where enchantment and reality discreet.

For in this village, where shadows play,

Legends linger, casting their sway.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Friday, April 19, 2024

Nepali Attire a Symbol Grand

In Gorkhaland where the hills touch the sky,

Where Nepali spirits soar up high,

Daura-Suruwal, with colors bold,

A tale of heritage, proudly told.


With closed-neck shirts and trousers wide,

Men stride with grace, their culture's pride.

Bundi vests and Dhaka topi adorn,

Their attire speaks of mountains born.


Gunyo Cholo, in colour so bright,

Adorns Nepali women with delight.

Pothu skirts swish with every stride,

As Patuka shawls their beauty hide.


In Sikkim's hills and Darjeeling's breeze,

In Assam's valleys and Bengal's trees,

Nepali attire, a symbol grand,

Of unity and pride in every land.


With earrings gleaming, and bangles bright,

Their traditional dress a graceful sight.

In festivals and weddings, they dance and sing,

Their heritage alive in everything.


So let us celebrate, with hearts aglow,

The Nepali attire, with reverence bestowed.

For in each thread, a story's spun,

Of resilience, culture, and unity won.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Nongjrong

In Nongjrong hills, where clouds do roam,

A hidden gem, a traveler's tome.

Where Umngot's river whispers low,

And sun-kissed valleys in splendor glow.


Upon the hill, where shadows fade,

The Nongjrong View Point, where dreams cascade.

Before the dawn, when darkness wanes,

The sky ablaze with fiery veins.


With each sunrise, a symphony unfolds,

As misty veils the landscape holds.

Green hills stretch far, in gentle sway,

In Nongjrong's beauty, time drifts away.


From Shillong's heart, a journey start,

Through winding roads and nature's art

To Nongjrong's haven, where peace reside,

And beauty's secrets are softly bide.


So come, dear traveler, venture near,

To Nongjrong's realm, without a fear.

Where clouds embrace, and mountain sings

In Nongjrong's heart, let your soul take wings.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Sattriya Dance Finds its Grace

In the land of the blue hills where  rivers flow,

Sattriya dance, its tales bestow.

A dance of devotion, pure and bright,

In Sankardeva's divine light.


From Sattra's walls, the dance does rise,

A tribute to the sacred skies.

In graceful movements, stories told,

Of legends ancient, hearts enfold.


Costumes vibrant, makeup bold,

Intricate patterns, stories unfold.

Mukha Pravesh, with reverence deep,

A spiritual journey, for hearts to keep.


With every step, a prayer is said,

To gods and goddesses, hearts are led.

In rhythmic beats, the music sways,

As dancers weave their mystic ways.


Nitya, Nritya, Natya too,

Expressions myriad, dreams pursue.

In Krishna's love, Radha's embrace,

Sattriya dance, finds its grace.


Accompanied by melodies sweet,

Traditional tunes, the dancers meet.

With khol and tal, the rhythm flows,

In Sattriya's dance, devotion glows.


Recognized as classical, pure and true,

Sattriya dance, in Assam's view.

A heritage cherished, for all to see,

In every movement, history's plea.


So let the rhythms of Sattriya ring,

In every heart, let the dance sing.

A tribute to culture, tradition's art,

Sattriya dance, forever in our heart.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







Dashain's Spirit

In Darjeeling hills where mountains rise,

Dashain's spirit fills the skies.

A festival of joy and light,

A celebration, pure and bright.


Ghatasthapana marks the start,

As seeds are sown, with hopeful heart.

Barley sprouts, a symbol true,

Of blessings new, for me and you.


Throughout the days, we worship Durga,

In all her forms, her grace we nurture.

With prayers and offerings, sincere and deep,

Her divine blessings, we earnestly seek.


Family reunions, laughter rings,

As loved ones gather, hearts take wings.

Elders bless with tika's mark,

A symbol of love, through light and dark.


Feasting on selroti and a grand buffet,

With flavors rich, in every way.

Spirits  high in skies so blue,

A symbol of joy, in all we do.


But Dashain's spirit goes beyond,

To acts of kindness, we respond.

In charity's embrace, we find our call,

To spread the joy, to one and all.


So let the drums of Dashain beat,

In every heart, in every street.

A festival of love and bliss,

Dashain's gathering we never miss.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Lachit Borphukan His Valor Alive.

In the Land of the Red River, where legends thrive,

Lachit Borphukan, his valor alive.

A warrior born, of noble name,

In history's annals, he earned his fame.


From youth, he honed his martial skill,

With courage ablaze, and iron will.

To defend his land, he took his stand,

A hero born, to protect his land.


As Mughal shadows loomed afar,

Lachit's resolve burned like a star.

Against the tide of invaders' might,

He led his troops, in the fateful fight.


At Saraighat's banks, they made their stand,

Defending Assam's sacred land.

With strategy bold and tactics keen,

They faced the foe, in battles unseen.


Outnumbered, but undaunted still,

Lachit's warriors fought with skill.

Through rivers' flow and arrows' rain,

They held the line, their homeland to regain.


With victory won, their banners flew,

Assam's spirit, forever true.

In Lachit's name, they sing their praise,

For his courage and valor, in ancient days.


Though time may pass, and empires fall,

Lachit Borphukan stands tall.

A beacon of hope, for all to see,

In Assam's land, for eternity.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.








Flows the Mighty Brahmaputra

In the plains of Assam, where lovely people dwell,

Flows the mighty Brahmaputra's spell.

From Himalayan heights, it takes its start,

A river of strength, with beating heart.


Through rugged gorges and valleys deep,

It carves its path, a journey to keep.

A force of nature, relentless and free,

The Brahmaputra roars, for all to see.


From Tibet's peaks, it rushes down,

A torrent of life, it wears no crown.

Through Arunachal's wild embrace,

It rushes forth, with untamed grace.


In Assam's plains, it spreads its might,

A lifeline for millions, shining bright.

The land it nourishes, the crops it feeds,

In Brahmaputra's flow, prosperity breeds.


But with its might, it knows no rest,

Its floods and rages, at nature's behest.

Its currents swirl, with fearsome roar,

A force of nature, forever more.


Yet in its depths, a beauty lies,

A river of dreams under the blue skies.

A symbol of resilience, through the years,

The mighty Brahmaputra, calms our fears.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







The Gorkha's Tale

In  the plains of Assam  where Brahmaputra flow,

The Gorkha community's tales do grow.

From distant hills and valleys fair,

They bring their heritage, rich and rare.


With footsteps bold, they blessed the land,

From hills and valleys to Assam's strand.

In search of dreams, in search of hope,

In Assam's embrace, they learned to cope.


In Dibrugarh's fields, and Tinsukia's shade,

Their stories bloom, in sunlight laid.

From Golaghat's hills to Sivasagar's pride,

The Gorkha spirit, cannot be denied.


Dashain's drums and Tihar's light,

Echo through the day and night.

Maghe Sankranti's joyous song,

In Assam's heart, they do belong.


In Nepali tongues, their tales are told,

Of courage, honor, and stories old.

Assamese whispers, blend and twine,

In unity, their smiles shine.


From army barracks to tea estate,

In every corner, they create.

With toil and sweat, they carve their way,

In Assam's canvas, they do stay.


Through organizations, voices rise,

To claim their place under northeastern skies.

Citizenship, rights, and identity more,

In Assam's story, they implore.


So let their tales, forever be,

In Assam's lap, under peepal tree.

The Gorkha values full of  love,

Compassionate like a gentle dove.


~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.






Darjeeling Tea Garden

In Darjeeling's gardens, where whispers dwell,

Tales unfold, in misty spell.

Amidst the tea leaves, stories bloom,

In nature's embrace, tales resume.


Romantic whispers beneath moon's  glow,

Love's tender dance, in verdant flow.

Two hearts entwined, amidst the green,

In Darjeeling's gardens, love is seen.


Through corridors of time, history weaves,

Colonial echoes, amidst the leaves.

Legacy of labor, struggles told,

In Darjeeling's gardens, stories old.


Families intertwined, generations strong,

Roots run deep, in hills where they belong.

Dreams and conflicts, aspirations high,

In Darjeeling's gardens, life's sigh.


Mystery shrouded in mist's embrace,

Secrets hidden, in time and space.

Intrigue unfolds, amidst the breeze,

In Darjeeling's gardens, whispers tease.


Social realities, stark and clear,

Labor's toil, in shadows near.

Inequality's tale, amidst the green,

In Darjeeling's gardens, truth unseen.


So let the stories, in gardens reside,

In Darjeeling's beauty, they'll abide.

Through our own eyes, we'll explore,

The beauty of the tea garden more and more.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







Biha

Among the Gorkhas, where traditions reign,

Marriage takes forms, a varied terrain.

Let's wander through the paths they tread,

Where love and customs gently spread.


a) Chori Biha - Theft Marriage:

In whispers soft, beneath moon's light,

A love blooms sudden, out of sight.

He steals her heart, a daring feat,

In secrecy, their vows they greet.


No time for courtship's gentle sway,

Their love unfolds in night's array.

With whispered vows, they flee the fold,

In love's embrace, their tale is told.


b) Zari Biha - Marriage by Paying Penalty:

A woman's heart, a precious prize,

Her consent sought in lover's eyes.

To pay the price, a penalty fair,

In love's pursuit, they boldly dare.


From hand to hand, the coins exchange,

As vows are sworn, their hearts arrange.

With honor paid, a new bond forms,

In love's embrace, their spirit warms.


c) Senzi Zari Biha - Widow Marriage:

In shadows cast by sorrow's plight,

A widow finds her guiding light.

No social chains to hold her down,

In love's embrace, a new love's crown.


With solemn grace, she finds her way,

In widowhood, a brighter day.

With compensation, honor shown,

In love's embrace, she finds her own.


d) Magi Biha - Arranged Marriage:

In whispers shared under the starry skies,

Two families meet, with hopeful eyes.

With mutual consent, the knot is tied,

In love exchanged and their hearts allied.


Arranged with care, by kin's decree,

A union forged, in unity.

With blessings shared, their journey starts,

In love's embrace, they share their hearts.


In Gorkha community, love's different forms,

From stolen glances to vows sworn.

In every union, love's sweet refrain,

In a lovely union, they find their gain.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







Anjaw Takes its Flight

In the land of Mishi Hills, where mountains touch the sky,

Lies a legend whispered, where spirits soar and fly.

Anjaw, they call it, a tale of mystic might,

Where the legendary bird takes its celestial flight.


Anjaw, the messenger, with feathers bright and bold,

In the ancient lore of Mishmi, its story is told.

From the peaks of the Himalayas to the valleys deep,

Anjaw soars, its secrets to keep.


With wings that span the heavens, it glides on winds of fate,

Across the land of Arunachal, where legends congregate.

Through whispers of the forests and songs of the streams,

Anjaw carries messages, beyond mortal dreams.


In the hearts of the Mishmi, its presence is revered,

For Anjaw brings blessings, in every flight it steered.

In the legend of Anjaw, where mysteries shine,

A symbol of grace, in the land divine.


So let the legend of Anjaw, in tales unfold,

A tribute to the spirit, forever bold.

For in the skies of Mishi Hills, where Anjaw takes its flight

To protect the lovely land, with all its bravery and might.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.


Tripura Sundari : A Goddess Divine

In Tripura's realm, where legends weave,

Lies a tale of grace, where spirits cleave.

Tripura Sundari, a goddess divine,

In myth and in lore, her virtues shine.


Born of beauty, with a heart so pure,

Tripura Sundari, forever sure.

The mixed culture brings delight,

She reigns supreme, in soft moonlight.


With eyes like stars, and a smile so bright,

Tripura Sundari, in ethereal light.

She walks among mortals, with gentle grace,

A goddess of love, in every place.


In temples adorned, with offerings rare,

Devotees gather, their hearts laid bare.

For Tripura Sundari, with compassion so true,

Listens to prayers, like morning dew.


With the passage of time, her legend weaves,

A ray of hope, in shadowed eaves.

For Tripura Sundari, forever shall be,

A symbol of beauty for eternity.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.






Legend of Khonoma

Among the Nagas of hilly terrace,

Lies a legend  that belongs to their race.

Khonoma, they call it, a village of lore,

Tales of valour for us to explore.


In the shadow of mountains, unknown  mystery,

Khonoma stands proud, creating the history.

A bastion of strength, against invaders' might,

Its people defended, with gutsy fight.


The legend speaks of battles, waged long ago,

When foes descended, like a torrential flow.

But Khonoma's warriors, with spirit unyielding,

Stood firm and resolute, their destiny wielding.


Through valleys and hills, their battle cry rang,

As they fought and their freedom sang.

With arrows and spears, they held the line,

Against tyranny's grasp, their resolve did shine.


Generations have passed, yet the tales remain,

In Khonoma's spirit, where courage sustain.

For in the memoirs of time, its story is told,

Of a village of heroes, resilient and bold.


So let us honor Khonoma from their folktales,

For its legacy lives on in their trail.

In the heart of Naga Hills, where mountains loom,

Khonoma's legend continues to bloom.

Chungliyimti Found His Home.

In the heart of Naga Hills, where tales abound,

Lies a legend of bravery, profound.

Chungliyimti, they call him, a hero bold,

Whose story through generations is told.


With a heart of courage and eyes aflame,

He stood against darkness, never tame.

In the land of Nagas, where spirits roam,

Chungliyimti found his home.


Through forests deep and valleys wide,

He journeyed forth, with honor as his guide.

In battles fierce, with demons dark,

He fought for his people, left his mark.


With spear in hand and spirit pure,

Chungliyimti faced trials sure.

From mountain peaks to far and wide,

He braved the storm, never to hide.


In the blindest of night, under a starlit sky,

Chungliyimti's legend will never die.

For in his courage, we find our soul,

A lantern of hope, shining bold.


So let us remember him in the stories told,

The legend of Chungliyimti, brave and bold.

For in his valor, we find our might,

Hold the story in your heart with delight.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.





Pahsyntiew

In the midst of the wettest  land,

Where waterfalls cascade, so grand,

Wonderful Khasi folklore I knew,

Of Pahsyntiew in the morning dew.


She dwelt among the misty spray,

Where rainbows dance and sunlight play,

With hair of silver and eyes so bright,

She guards the falls, in morning light.


From rocky cliffs, she watches the flow,

As waters rush and dreams bestow,

A guardian spirit, pure and fair,

Pahsyntiew's beauty of utmost rare.


In the whispers of the falls, her voice is heard,

A melody sweet, like the song of a bird,

She sings of legends, of tales untold,

In the language of water, pure and bold.


Oh, Pahsyntiew, soul divine,

In your embrace, a sacred shrine,

Guide us through the mist and spray,

As we wander, on our way.


For in your waters, we find our source,

A timeless bond, a sacred force,

Pahsyntiew, spirit on the calls,

Protecting and preserving the  waterfalls.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog The Bard and the Ballard.







Ka Nam

In the village, where shieldmaiden reside,

Lies a tale of bravery, in their own pride.

Ka Nam, they call her, with courage untamed,

In the pages of folklore, her glory proclaimed.


With eyes like fire and a heart of gold,

Ka Nam roamed the forests, wild and bold.

She walked with purpose, through the whispering trees,

A champion of justice, in the mountain breeze.


In the land of myths, where khasis dwell,

Ka Nam faced challenges fierce and fell.

From cunning demons to spirits of the night,

She stood unwavering, in the face of fright.


With wisdom as her weapon, and kindness her shield,

Ka Nam ventured forth, her fate revealed.

Through trials and tribulations, she forged her name,

A heroine of legend, in Khasi fame.


So let us remember, in tales untold,

The legacy of Ka Nam, brave and bold.

For in her courage, we find our own,

In the heart of the khasis, forever known.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard'.








U Thlen

In the misty hills of Meghalaya fair,

Where legends dance in the cool, crisp air,

Lies a tale of old, both dark and deep,

Of a serpent's slumber, its secrets to keep.


U Thlen, they call it, a creature of might,

With scales like shadows, and eyes alight.

In the heart of the jungle, it coils and waits,

A guardian of secrets, at the forest's gates.


With venomous breath and a hunger dire,

U Thlen lurks, its flames of desire.

For it feasts on souls, the story untold,

A darkness within, a legend bold.


But brave were the warriors of olden days,

Who faced the beast in the moon's soft gaze.

With swords of courage and hearts of steel,

They vowed to vanquish, to break the seal.


Through valleys deep and mountains high,

They found the serpent and took a sigh.

With chants of valor and prayers divine,

They sought to banish its treacherous sign.


In the final clash, under the moon's pale gleam,

The warriors fought, a fearless team.

With a mighty blow and a righteous cry,

They struck U Thlen, and watched it die.


But legends linger, in the misty air,

Of U Thlen's wrath, of the serpent's lair.

For though it sleeps in the depths below,

Its tale lives on, in the hearts that know.


So let us heed the lessons learned,

From the folklore of U Thlen earned.

For in darkness lies both fear and light,

And in bravery, khasis find their might.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Jhuma

In Sikkim  hills, where mountains kiss the sky,

Lies a tradition  under the divine eye.

Jhuma, they call it, a practice old and true,

Where girls become goddesses, in red and blue.


In far-western lands, where tales are told,

Young maidens are chosen, pure as gold.

They adorn the throne, as living divine,

Believed to hold blessings, like sweetest wine.


Their footsteps sacred, their laughter bright,

As they reign over villages, day and night.

With flowers in their hair, and innocence so clear,

They bring hope and solace, dispelling every fear.


Yet time takes its toll, and girlhood wanes,

Jhuma must return to earthly plains.

She sheds her divine form, with a tender sigh,

A mortal once again descends to die.


But in memories lingering, her presence stays,

A symbol of faith, in mysterious ways.

For Jhuma's tale, though strange it may seem,

Reflects the beauty of a timeless dream.


In Sikkimise hearts, where traditions dance,

Jhuma's spirit lives on, in every glance.

For she embodies purity, in its purest hue,

A reminder of divinity, in me and you.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Sunday, April 14, 2024

A Chik Embrace

In A chik embrace, where beauty thrills,

Lie the Garo land, with verdant hills.

Where rivers flow and forests dance,

In nature's lap, we find romance.


Amidst the green, the Garo tribe resides,

With traditions old and cultural tides.

Their drums resound, their dances swirl,

In celebration of nature's unfurl.


From Nokrek's heights to Siju's caves,

Nature's wonders, the land enslaves.

In orange groves and rice fields wide,

The people toil with joy and pride.


Tourists wander, their hearts to fill,

With sights and sounds of Garo's thrill.

In Wangala's joy and Nokrek's might,

They find in Garo a pure delight.


Yet challenges loom, in shadows cast,

In need of roads and progress fast.

But amidst it all, hope prevails,

In Garo's heart, the spirit sails.


For in this land of hills and streams,

Lies the essence of nature's dreams.

In Garo's embrace, we find our worth,

A treasure trove of Mother Earth.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Lapang's Legacy Lights the Way

In Meghalaya's Ri Bhoi, beside the road,

Lies the tale of Lapang,  in the 'bhois' abode.

A leader, revered, in the land of his birth,

A ray of hope, for all souls on earth.


With wisdom deep and vision clear,

He led with courage, without fear.

Through valleys and forests, his voice did ring,

For the people's welfare, he took the wing.


From humble beginnings, he rose to might,

Guiding Meghalaya through darkest night.

In governance and service, his legacy shines,

A testament to strength in trying times.


With unity as his guiding star,

He bridged divides, near and far.

Ka jingshisha ka jaitbynriew the noble quest

In his leadership, Meghalaya found rest.


His age is now taking a toll,

He still serves with his attitude bold

D.D. Lapang the true man,

He worked for the people even in disdain.









Purno Sangma : A Beacon of Light

In Garo hills, where great hornbill takes flight,

Stood Purno Sangma, a ray of light.

With vision high where people were gazed,

He forged a path though the life was mazed.


A son of the soil, tribal pride in his veins,

He fought for the rights, amidst life's strains.

From Garo hills to khasi hills, his voice resound,

For the marginalized, his efforts  were profound.


In the corridors of power, he stood tall,

A leader true, heeding the tribal call.

Chief Minister, MP, a statesman grand,

In service to Meghalaya, he took his stand.


Bridging divides, he sought to unite,

Empowering youth, with futures bright.

In classrooms and fields, his legacy gleams,

Nurturing dreams, beyond the streams.


Roads he paved, to progress's door,

With infrastructure, he aimed to soar.

Healthcare, education, in his sight,

For every Meghalayan, life and delight.


Though time may pass, and seasons change,

In our hearts his memory remains,

Purno Sangma's works we  will forever cherish.

Under whose leadership, the state flourished.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Mahi

In the realm of cricket's grand domain,

There shines a star, a legend's reign.

Dhoni, the captain, cool and composed,

In the annals of history, his name enclosed.


With gloves of lightning, behind the stumps,

He danced with grace, in cricket's trumps.

His reflexes swift, his presence bold,

In cricket's theatre, a story he told.


In the crucible of pressure, he stood tall,

A leader supreme, inspiring all.

With victories cherished, and trophies raised high,

He painted the canvas of Indian sky.


In the twilight's glow, and under the sun's heat,

His bat did sing, a victory sweet.

As a finisher supreme, he scripted delight,

Guiding India home, into the night.


Beyond the boundary, his influence soared,

A mentor, a guide, revered and adored.

In the hearts of millions, his legacy gleams,

A beacon of hope, in dreams and schemes.


In the span of time, his tale is spun,

Of battles fought, and victories won.

Dhoni, the maestro, forever enshrined,

In cricket's lore, his spirit defined.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.







Jallikattu

In Tamil Nadu's golden land, where legends rise,

Lies a spectacle of courage under sunlit skies.

Jallikattu, where man and bull unite,

In a dance of valor, fierce and bright.


Beneath the azure heavens, the crowd gathers near,

With hearts that beat in rhythm, devoid of fear.

The bull, a symbol of strength and grace,

Challenges the brave in this ancient race.


With horns adorned with coins, it strides with pride,

As fearless souls step forth, by tradition tied.

In the arena's dust, where legends are made,

The spirit of bravery shall never fade.


With muscles tense and eyes ablaze,

Man and beast engage in this timeless maze.

The thunderous roar of the charging bull,

Echoes the courage of those who are full.


Amidst the chaos, there's a silent bond,

Between man and beast, in a contest fond.

For in this dance of strength and might,

Resides the essence of honor, burning bright.


Though debates may rage, and controversies fly,

Jallikattu remains under the vast Tamil sky.

A testament to heritage, brave and true,

A timeless tradition, for me and you.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Exuberant Garo Heritage

In western Meghalaya where Garos live,

A culture exuberant, with stories to weave.

Amongst lush valleys, where rivers play,

The Garo essence dances, come what may.

Garo heritage full of life,

They are strong  in all they strive.

With Dakmanda and Gando, they adorn,

Their colorful attire, from dusk till dawn.


Music fills the air, with rhythms sweet,

As dancers move, to the Wangala's beat.

In  colorful attire, they whirl and twirl,

Their steps narrating, an ancient swirl.


In Garo land, beliefs run deep,

Nature's spirits, they fondly keep.

With rituals and rites, they pay homage fair,

To ancestors' wisdom, in the air.


Artisans skilled, their crafts they ply,

Bamboo weavers, under the cloudy sky.

Pottery, carving, their hands create,

Treasures of heritage, they decorate.


From rice fields green, to river's bend,

Garo cuisine, a feast to send.

With fish and meat, and flavors bold,

Their culinary tale, forever told.


Through Den Bilsia and Rongchu gala (Festivals)

The Garo festivals, sing Hosanna.

With joy and laughter, they celebrate,

Their culture's essence, ever innate.


Oh, Garo culture, in Meghalaya's mart,

A symphony of traditions, a living art.

In every dress and in every song,

The Garo spirit, forever strong.










Embracing World, They Find Their Way

In the villages where Gorkhas reside,

An identity crisis, they silently confide.

Bound by their heritage, yet torn apart,

Between two worlds, they find their heart.


Citizens of India, with Gorkha bloodline true,

Their identity complex, their struggles accrue.

Their culture rich, their roots run deep,

Yet in the history of India, they often seek.


Caught between loyalties, they navigate,

The complexities of identity, they contemplate.

Indian by citizenship, Gorkha by pride,

Their sense of self, a journey to stride.


Their language, their customs, a source of pride,

Yet often misunderstood, cast aside.

In the melting pot of diversity, they seek,

A space to thrive, a voice to speak.


Yet amidst the struggle, they find strength,

In unity and resilience, they go to lengths.

For the Gorkha people, with hearts so true,

Their identity crisis, they'll journey through.


Embracing  world, they find their way,

In India's heritage, they proudly stay.

For in their diversity, they find their might,

The Gorkha life, a dazzling light.

   ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.








Courage of Gorkha Soldiers

In the shadow of mountains, bold and proud,

Stands the Gorkha soldier, valiant and unbowed.

From the northeast's rugged hills, they hail with might,

Guardians of honor, in the nation's fight.


With khukuris gleaming, in the sun's warm glow,

They march with purpose, wherever they go.

Their courage unmatched, their loyalty true,

In service to the nation, they stand resolute.


Through valleys and forests, they tread the land,

Protecting the borders, with a steady hand.

In every battle, they face with grace,

Their valor and sacrifice, leave a lasting trace.


From the heights of Siachen, to the plains below,

The Gorkha soldier, in every foe they overthrow.

With discipline and honor, they stand tall,

A testament to duty, answering the call.


In the heart of every Gorkha, beats a flame,

For country and comrades, they stake their claim.

Their legacy written, in tales of glory,

The Gorkha soldier, an everlasting story.

  ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.






Mawsynram

In the realm of Meghalaya, where the clouds  sway,

Lies Mawsynram, where raindrops play.

A place of wonder, where skies weep,

In the embrace of mist, secrets to keep.


Rain-soaked hills, cloaked in green,

Mawsynram's beauty, a sight unseen.

With every drop, a whispered tale,

Of monsoon's dance, beyond the veil.


In Mawsynram's heart, the rainbows bloom,

Painting the sky, chasing the gloom.

Amidst the downpour, life finds a way,

In the rhythm of rain, night and day.


The sound of rain, a soothing lullaby,

In Mawsynram's arms, under the sky.

A symphony of droplets, a gentle hum,

In nature's chorus, we all become one.


In the rainiest place on Earth, where waters flow,

Mawsynram's spirit, forever aglow.

A testament to nature's power and grace,

In Mawsynram's embrace, we find our place.


  ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.







Abundant Cultures in the Shillong Hills

In Shillong's hills, where dreams take flight,

Abundant cultures, bathed in light.

Khasis, Garos, Bengalis, and more,

In harmony they dwell, by Shillong's shore.


The Khasis, with their matrilineal grace,

Their customs and traditions, they proudly embrace.

The Garos, guardians of ancient lore,

Their rhythms and melodies, forever soar.


Bengalis, with their vibrant hues,

Their literature and arts, a muse.

Nepalis, with their mountain's call,

Their resilience and spirit, standing tall.


Punjabis, with their zest for life,

Their warmth and laughter, amidst the strife.

And others from distant lands afar,

Each adding their own, to Shillong's star.


In Shillong's streets, a symphony plays,

A fusion of cultures, in countless ways.

Temples, mosques, and churches stand,

Symbols of faith, across the land.


In markets bustling, with colors bright,

A kaleidoscope of sounds, in the night.

The aroma of spices, fills the air,

A feast for the senses, everywhere.


Yet amidst the diversity, a common thread,

A spirit of unity, in words unsaid.

For in Shillong's heart, there lies a bond,

A shared humanity, forever fond.


Oh, Shillong, city of peace and love,

A testament to what we're made of.

May your spirit of harmony, forever thrive,

In the fabric of cultures, you so beautifully revive.

  ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.






Humanity's Essence

In the rush of the modern age, we race,

Lost in the chaos, we've misplaced,

The tender touch, the empathetic gaze,

As we navigate life's frenzied maze.


Technology's allure, a double-edged sword,

Connecting us all, yet leaving hearts ignored.

In the glow of screens, we lose sight,

Of the souls around us, hidden from light.


In the pursuit of progress, we've left behind,

The simple joys, the ties that bind.

Humanity's essence, slipping away,

In a world consumed by power's sway.


Greed and ambition, driving us apart,

Fracturing bonds, corroding the heart.

As we chase wealth and fame's elusive gleam,

We lose touch with what it means to dream.


Yet in the midst of this darkened night,

A flicker of hope, a guiding light.

For deep within, the ember still burns,

A yearning for love, for peace, for turns.


Let us pause in the rush, and listen close,

To the whispers of the heart, the silent prose.

For in reclaiming our humanity's song,

We find the strength to right the wrong.


So let compassion be our guiding star,

In this modern world, no matter how far.

For in the end, it's our humanity,

That will lead us home, to unity.

  ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.


Darjeeling Hills

In the heart of the Himalayas, where dreams take flight, Lies Darjeeling, a vision of pure delight. Where snow-capped peaks kiss the morning sun, And tea gardens glisten, when the day is done. Majestic Kanchenjunga, towering high, A sentinel of beauty, against the sky. Its snow-clad peaks, a sight to behold, In Darjeeling's embrace, a story untold. Rolling hills adorned in green, Tea gardens stretch, a tranquil scene. Rows of bushes, neatly arrayed, Where tea leaves dance, in the breeze they're swayed. Along winding tracks, the Toy Train chugs, Through valleys and forests, it gently tugs. A journey of wonder, a ride to cherish, In Darjeeling's hills, where memories flourish. Flowers bloom in hues so rare, Rhododendrons, magnolias, fill the air. Birds sing sweet melodies, in nature's embrace, A symphony of life, a sacred space. Monasteries perched on hillsides steep, Where prayer flags flutter, in winds that sweep. Buddhist chants, in tranquil tones, Echo through valleys, to unknown zones. Colonial charm, amidst the mist, Cobbled streets, bygone era kissed. A legacy of yesteryears, in every brick and stone, In Darjeeling's streets, history's throne. Amidst the hustle and bustle, a peaceful refrain, Darjeeling's hills, where souls find gain. In nature's bounty, in cultural pride, In every moment, beauty resides. Oh, Darjeeling Hills, a treasure rare, In your embrace, we find solace fair. A sanctuary of dreams, where spirits find peace, In Darjeeling's hills, serenity's release.

~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.



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