Born in Shillong in 1970, he is a poet-musician whose poetry has been published in premier literary magazines. At present he works with The Full Gospel Fellowship Church, Shillong. 
 

I'm standing on top of the hill 
which is bare like a naked woman, 
whose breasts have been uncovered 
by a ravishing madman 
The western horizen 
has turned crimson, 
and the gently setting sun 
is red, almost like our blood. 
The darkening sky ponders 
over my existence, in a 
world of tattered dreams 
where fools sit on kingly chairs 
ruling over reluctant subjects. 
The wind ruffles my hair 
and clouds ruffle the stars 
when walking down the hill 
now lit be pale moonlight, 
I read humble grass and moss, 
reminiscing the dense thicket 
that once was, before man 
murdered the trees. 
Below me, the valley of neon 
shimmers like a crowd of fireflies. 
But the city is dead, and only 
men in khaki stalk the streets. 
The law's noose has strangled 
 the city's throat. And it is 
another night of workless hours 
for prostitutes and pimps.