Poetry

Vineet Vohra

By

Bethamehi Joy Syiem

Sometimes I Forget To Think

My mouth forgets the speech it has learnt

and even my pen does not remember

how to write poetry

or anything at all.

I just sit

empty

asking myself

why I ever left you, why I ever

thought I would be enough for me and

whether I’d ever be able to have you all over again.

Today is one of those days.

Mountain Speech

Beyond rugged rock and cutting crevices,

There is nothing.

Nothingness that echoes only the silent screams

of unsuspecting riders of big machine wings,

victims of suicide rage.

They’re all dead now.

But they’re saying they weren’t ready.

There’s loans to pay. Children to love.