Thu fahrah te te mah nise, ram hian develop ringawt a mamawh lo va, moral development tluan tling a mamawh a, dignified people hi kan ram in a neih tam hun hun ah, khawvar eng mawi kan hmuh ka beisei thin. Thiam vang lam ni hauh lovin, a saptawng ngap hlir ka lo rem khawm sa, ka han post ve thawr a ni.
“when and where”
(To my fellow sual-dot-comers)
O..,throng of my Land
Ruin on a severe Coins,!!
No Nous, No Notion,
Only ruction with Numb,
See…., the Righteousness.
Vagranted it on a main street,
For you, mus’nt think about Nugatory;
Let Truth be sail in this Land
Let the righteous man come forward,
Charging the trample’r to the ground;
Flagellating the fiendish of this Land
When and where the man,
Would fight for the real way. ?
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June 13th, 2009 at 9:53 am
Truth prevails though but in real world relative truth ang half lies are the inn thing here in our part of the world.
Even our BPL list raised eyebrows, and church-goers are no exception perhaps this may be the reason why 20 odd families are still hanging on at Builum while the land shark and compensation black belt are enjoying the fat thick check. you know how they do
they buy out poor man’s land which they knew will be compensated and when it comes to land acquisition they over-invoice the orchards to jack up the compensation amount.
Well its sad but true how long this and that will hang on in this land where we are still happy and gay with no vision. I wonder CHANGE is WHEN and HOW we can
Where are the young turks ( 
) to liberate our land from this and that entanglement 
June 14th, 2009 at 11:25 am
Poem lam chu kan phak vak lo hlawm a ang hle mai,nge a thuk deuhin a tum a sang deuh a,kan comment ngam lo zawk,a tha hle mai,Tagore a hla,”Where the Mind is Without Fear”Tih te pawh min hriat chhuah tir a lawm le.
June 14th, 2009 at 11:06 pm
Feel the heal —
Whatsoever be not assailed,
Whatsoever be not agreed.
Wait for the new days!
Nights have been far spent —
Unless the sun shines,
There cannot be daylight.
Oh, Zoram, shake off the shackles
For which we could be instrumental!
June 15th, 2009 at 12:00 am
Zo land is Your Land
This land is your land, this land is my land
From Akyab, to the Tiddim
From the bamboo forest, to the Zo stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was viewing dots of villages
I saw high up in the mountain
I saw below me a lush green valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From Chittagong , to Zampui
From the bamboo forest, to the Zo stream waters
This land was made for you and me
I’ve roamed and travelled hills to hills
To the sparkling rapids through rain forests
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From Halflong, to Kangpokpi
From the bamboo forest, to the Zo stream waters
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The rice fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From Aizawl, to Lamka
From the bamboo forest, to the Zo stream waters
This land was made for you and me
June 15th, 2009 at 1:39 am
sweeeeet
June 15th, 2009 at 6:58 am
Dear my little sister
how are you?
i could picture you
with an arm full of books
as you made your way into the campus
with your friends
with no worries
and tonnes of hopes and dreams
And as for me
im still incarcerated
with no guarantee of returning home
but if you ask me
why im still clunging to them thus
Seeing my leaders turn to dealers
businessmen to baboon
politicians to magicians
with the poor trampled
everywhere they sat their foot on.
I want you to follow your dreams
and always remember
that you all are our streaks of silver lining
through our clouded skies
Convey my regards to them all
From a brother who hides his finer feelings
behind a facade of sternness.
-A missive to my sister by Paul Lyndoh ( Ka hrechiang chiah tawh lo , KSU President thin ziah chu a ni a, a thu pawh hi ka hrechiang kuang lo, a hria te in awm tak leh rawn ziak tha mai ru.
He poem hi khawvel a nalh ka tihber pawl a ni, ka chhiar tirh phat atang ‘i head over heels fell in love with it’ an tih ang deuh a ni )
June 15th, 2009 at 9:32 am
Kan tih duh tak tak chuan misual ho chu poem lam pawh kan lo zia viau e, han thawh zel ula!!
June 15th, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Va han tha hlawm thuai thuai ve. Ngaihnawm hlawm khawp mai. In che tha duh lo mai mai a, in han chet deuh hlek chuan, min dah -NIL- thei mai ang tih ka hria. Eng pawh ni se ka lawm tho mai. Mahse la tawp mai su, a mawi zual zel si. Mi ril pui pui inphum ru in la awm ngei ang. A zo zeh pawh a mawi hlei hlei si. Han ti mawlh mawlh teh u. Please.