Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh Poet Free verse

Fractured Landscape of Memory

I feel more incomplete

Now than before 

Exand my heart is a cartography.

Of interrupted rhythms.

In the echoes of ancestral whispers.

I stand fragmented,unfinished.


Lands that once cradled our songs

Now distant unreachable, 

My heart beating between

Bitter and sweet landscapes.

Dreaming of retracing old paths

But my imagination incomplete.

My hearth's rhythm interrupted.

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Ink Empress January 25, 2025 at 12:18 AM This is such an evocative and well written poem, i love the flow and depth of your write and how it flows in such eloquence, especially love the lines "and my heart is a cartography Of interrupted rhythms. In the echoes of ancestral whispers" profound! Absolutely loved reading this, sending you light today and always

Hilda Greenhough January 20, 2025 at 11:27 PM Change never seems to be an improvement. I also think back to happy former days.

Panagiota Romios January 20, 2025 at 8:54 PM You are a fascinaing poet who inpires me, Love psngie Panagiota Romios January 21, 2025 at 10:46 AM Soupmail pR

Anne-Lise Andresen January 20, 2025 at 3:11 AM - "Lands that once cradled our songs" will always have a place in your heart, Akham - A beautiful and sensitive poem - hugs

Debbie Duncan January 20, 2025 at 2:19 AM Nice

Andrea Dietrich January 19, 2025 at 11:03 PM Wow. Very fine writing. A fave

Soibam Pramodini Devi January 19, 2025 at 7:05 AM A vast portion of the land,hilly parts through which the poet long ago frequently traveled to outside the state boarding night super now occupied by the immigrants and narco terrorists from Myanmar and a particular majority native people to which the poet belongs now cannot enter this, part of their own ancestral land.The poem seems based on this.