Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih was born and brought up in Sohra, Meghalaya. He writes poems, drama and fiction in Khasi and English. His latest works include the epic-length novel Funeral Nights (Westland) and Manik: A Play in Five Acts (Dhauli Books) . His collections of poetry in English include Moments (Writers Workshop) , The Sieve (Writers Workshop) , The Yearning of Seeds (HarperCollins) and Time's Barter: Haiku and Senryu (HarperCollins) . He is the author of Around the Hearth: Khasi Legends (Penguin) and the co-editor of Dancing Earth: An Anthology of Poetry from Northeast India (Penguin) .
He has published poems and stories in Planet: The Welsh Internationalist, Wasafiri, The New Welsh Review, PEN International, The Literary Review, Karavan, The Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Cordite Poetry Review, Poetry International Web, Presence, Cattails, Asahi Haikuist, Wales Haiku Journal, World Haiku Review, Frogpond: The Journal of the Haiku Society of America, Down to Earth, The Indian Quarterly, The Hindu Business Line, Indian Literature, The Oxford Anthology of Writings from North-East India, Pilgrim's India, Day's End Stories and others.
His awards include the first North-East Poetry Award (Tripura,2004) , the first Veer Shankar Shah-Raghunath Shah National Award for tribal literature (Madhya Pradesh,2008) , a Tagore Fellowship (IIAS, Shimla,2018) , The Bangalore Review June Jazz Award (2021) and the Sparrow Literary Award (2022) .
He teaches literature at North-Eastern Hill University, Shillong.
Do not ask me the whys and the wherefores;
poetry is anoetic; you might as well question the rooster
or the plums, why they put on spring blossoms.
But how and when poetry first came to me?
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Friends, kindred spirits, civilized people all…
I'm not here to defend evil or the Taliban.
“Behind the Veil” has exposed them as a
weird breed raising sabres against beards and TVs,
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Like Shelley with his ‘blithe spirit',
I have often tried to understand
this man named Kynpham.
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'Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may
stand in the sun, so must you know pain'. — Kahlil Gibran
Alone on a birthday
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Dear friend, this is a letter
of cherries, this is a poem
born of cherries and my affection,
when the town is pink
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