Thursday, August 27, 2015

Mortals

Ponds breathe lives and next day dry,
Restraining beats of thirsty shrimps,
Which then creep to stone and cry,
Later to some fossil prints

Trickling down from thatched huts,
Pearly drops of rain shower,
Thence pooling to puddle cups,
But vanish by next hour

Fragranced nectar from wild dills,
Or summer orchid’s glow,
As aged season fade off hills
Dried blooms fall and sweetness flow

Down onto same hungry soil,
Now reserve life for winter ants,
Where through summer, all they toil,
To feed themselves and infants

Those ants too, till next summer,
Survive, then they doth decay,
Nourishing roots of same flower,
That fed warm breathe through their way

Man toil hard from crawling bed,
Virtuous few feast diamond coins,
Some fight hunger every day,
Though with same hope all they pray

And same grounds doth emperors dance
Tearing out their charm apart,
Same soil where their rivals sank,
Their men crying with woeful heart

But as life passed half of cent,
Heedless approach to deathbed,
Same bed where their lives’ foe bent,
Using then same soil as blanket

Why thus live with height of greed
As of raindrops on desert,
Ought to vanish below foot,
To mere soil and nourish root.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

NOBLE TIME

Obedient watch of noblest heavens,
Neither for the blessed, stops and bow,
Nor poorer crushed alone, while on pace,
Distinct thus and homage I owe,
For such fair and Nobel race,
What built sewn fine, to perfect one?
All is the heedless ears within borne,
For naught with politics seeking part,
Neither religion hindering its path,
Nor lord of himself or beggar below,
Trotting within a restorative trace,
Thus noblest deeds rewards,
The buds to fullest blooms,
Or old ones to pertinent release,
Making son ne’er surpass his father,
All but its mighty reward so generous,
For no discriminate to cause,
Single existence seeing all same,
An ant, elephant, priest, criminal,
Neither by millionaires’ bribery did halt,
To survive them beyond humanity,
Considerate, we dump our worst day,
And thus pinched tear beds dry,
With new hopes of living and existing,
With new hopes for greener tomorrow,
Thus salute O time, a full hand one.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

SUMMER POEM

Shell of season crackles, young summer emerge,
Swinging within golden cradle of spring,
Yet with its own charm and eminence,
To lure audience from green stage,
Emerging then to peak,
As mother dissolves far beyond,
Green wild all then to greenest turned,
Spring blooms on tether of destiny,
Now itself as a golden pot,
With heaven’s juices served fullest,
And siblings crawling within,
Too frail, juvenile pole
Hues of nature strewn, into a tinted bow,
Melting all dark fragments of mighty earth
Fountains, so chaste and white-nurtured,
Bubbling through curves of green bosom,
Like trail to merry globe of eternity,
With promenade so subtle,
Melting cones like termites’ castle,
Now trickles by drop, from towers,
Peeled by golden sheen of mid sun,
Thus long lost land beneath slices,
Of shiny sheets on higher earth,
To stars render homage for their gleam,
Whole earth with minute greens everywhere,
Life then resurrects like baby chirps
Faint fluffy fragranced cloud rolls down the dell,
Garmenting canopy far below or near,
Where peacock fans its sickles to dance,
Or reindeer stretching their joints,
Over sun shone sand with two footers down,
Alas, summer wanes,
With those clouds dispersed,
And autumn hatched to fullest emperor.


MIRROR MOON

Hundred thousand cells within,
Breathing strength of sublime fame,
Fragrance swept from summer bloom,
As though cradled through forest green,
Bubbling along glorious morning sheen

As my last nerve sedated, too dull,
And nights’ queen coursing my window full,
But reflect as though a portrait bright,
Affixed to nearby wall upright,
And to my chest fair mirage,

Swimming through my lusty heart,
Condense shine to miniature You,
All soothing a divine soothe,
Murmuring cells to drowsy nap,
Nothing then in me awake

Ferns then I dream blooming bright,
Or same blooms on autumn heights,
Leaves all blown though, and fallen,
Each with thousand petals bunched,
but all with your smiles borne,

By mid slanting next to fade,
You too smaller to tiny,
Till dawn breaks through windows same,
And my eyes wide with you gone
With flimsy sweetened carves on throbs

What for heavens my eyes see,
Roses and you bloom on same tree
Come near my midnight beauty queen,
Here I plucked frost from cold night,
All for you to sip its light!



TO MY MOST LOVED TEACHER


Existence; all of choice, and yet, 
Choices breathe for good or bad,
Extremes most glued deep, anchored,
In nerves of one’s beating hearts,
Either, nest for crowning good,
Or drowned at its complement,
Among stuff that imprints well,
Teachers- most born child’s memories,
Said thus one’s god father,
Foster shell to weaned nibbling seeds,
Often breed true, but some low
Among best, my most loved,
Still my heart, a lodge green, so deep,
you, my father, from second till fifth,
Choice’s award to offer for best,
To perfect memory of goodness,
Whose praises and banners of honor,
Million cells within me singing still,
For first your speech waved upon,
Certain energy radiance lodged deep,
Rather, my worships’ thesaurus.
By god’s providence, my master,
As the wisdom to perfect being,
Focusing onto your graceful self,
Did befall upon me, rather boon,
Your godly watch and concern,
Existence filled thus, a sprout,
On very dawn of life and wisdom
Careless juvenile heart flittering fast,
Sometimes drenched in muddy shore,
Or clothes with air gaps happened,
Of vibrant young days’ play,
But You- the perfect one, perfected,
With your wisdom and care,
All to newer daily, with new me always!
What my immature conscience imaged most,
All planted patience, my master borne
Assets divine, beyond heavens,
Your generosity from pockets, buoyant,
Tuned me to a child, perfect,
Sowing within deep, fairy,
Of reading, writing, speaking,
And your patience sown deeper
I recall now, a holy slap of concern,
Only throughout your momentary halt,
Till to next fortunate, you left for-
It waved through my cheeks, reddening,
Yet alike some blossoms punctured,
Till pollen of selfless love wafted,
So, for me stands wholesome god,
A temple and a golden globe
Now with ringing of distant bell,
Rising disciples throughout,
With waves beating drums,
Praises marking their day,
Glows then candle in my heart, brilliant,
Your portrait in conscience revered.
Early through my night oriel,
Count those sparkling heavens,
Pass my master’s love, but too little,
And incessant tears rolls then,
Still would those pages mound in shelves,
Or looked for some pins, once,
All by your noblest fixed,
I would have saved well now,
And moments showered from dice,
Till to my graveyard woods- golden,
But decayed of my innocence
What soothes most now-
Your wisdom lodged bright
And green glowing hope,
To inherit your blessings always!

HAPPINESS




HAPPIEST WOULD ONE BE IF HE IS VIGILANT OVER HIS DESIRES,
 AND
SORROW SHALL BREED IN HIM WHO FALLS PREY OF THE ENVIRONMENT FOR ITS EVER CHANGING TASTE AND AROMA



Monday, August 24, 2015

RELIGION- JUST CONFUSION

Thousands kneel by monasteries,
Thousands by temple’s festooned gods,
Thousands in church and halls akin,
Yet there thousands nowhere pleased,
MINE and YOURS; thus most acclaim,
Juvenile nerves, from birth till decay

Divine naught- wisdom for passing mankind
One bosom man, my close comrade,
Yet heavens odd, our conscience praised,
And from his own holy murmur mixed,
Generous blood; one life he spared,
Gushing then all as on familial trail,
My waning cells rejoiced thus,
Nothing newer I felt though,
No novel games, resurrection did borne-
Same chants flowed again,
Lips playing vibrant, with old cultured songs

Moments of ceaseless mind tugged long,
Holding air pronged base of fig, semi lost
Watching silent valley below, and bills,
Swimming in depth of long illusion,
Where were his holy nurtured songs lodged?”
Within trance of sleepy wakeful watch,
Feeble numbness crept in, a short blissful nap

I dreamt one fairy, pointing high,
Virgin worlds, some distance far,
Keen nerves followed, mesmerized,
Shadow through a dazzling doorway,
He sublimed within faint diminishing trail,

I heard then corners, echoing soft laugh,
Laughter around, then everywhere,
Ere my quest sought their wisest truth,
Whispered some near me, a playful song-
Here see the heavens aloof built,
All for dumb and blind innate,
Neither had they seen their god’s throne,
Nor heard one praying divine song,
Perceived did they all same and one,
Thus, their heavens separate built

My eyes caught some heavens more,
Worlds built, some with three eyed men,
Some lives endured veins’ azure flow,
Amongst those charming world strewn-
Tug of War played betwixt some,
Whispered again, a narrow voice-
“For Buds from faithful lovers who coiled,
Since they were nurtured by different faith,
Thus their infants middle born”

Next to my last amazement,
Strange gods preached me, their secret songs
None praising my acquaintance,
So I yelled loud, with startled eyes,
But to find hung where before,
Neath old moss-cloaked shady tree,

It was hours since, long shadow proved,
By distance front, my full length,
An old man aloof, standing faint,
Through no assured gift of time,
Poured with smile, his ripened truth
Don’t err you confused earth-fed man,
To whole world what you saw within,
All were but figure of illusion,
For never meaning exists two,
When life on earth all bears one,
And heavens reside within self,
Else, trace fathers of distant past,
Who dwelt in caves, or awning woods,
Though felt naught their culture hoist,
Yet unknown, unseen in the light of nerves,
Their wisdom kindled as single truth.
Thus own not, pride for custom borne,
Or nurture not, pride for multitude served,
But with deepened faithful mind,
Pursue peace, and heaven thus rule”

Thence, he passed through effervescent sand,
Marching swift with faint fading steps,
And rising towards rainbow afar,
He vanished within crimson western rays!

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Pair of Dove

Flying high, the pair of white dove,
Shared their heights and blooming love,
Chasing together, the running cotton cloud,
And teasing each other, with songs of love aloud,
They exchanged their long unseen path,
At times dived down in the hot sun to bath,
I saw them kissing at dusk and seclusion,
 Then gazing each other with eyes of confusion,
And spewed across the feathery bush,
Hiding heads within green rubbery lush,
My heart hopped boundless to their conscious features
How could they build alike standing two-footed creatures
My belief perishes thence; animals are just animals
Destined for human slaves, or mere ornament on the walls,
Thus lodge my peers, the wisdom of non duality
That all exists with the vase of one quality-
Blood, flesh and marrow, for pain and emotion
And conscious control to set us all in the motion!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Laziness- What we lose


Let me talk of myself, how I gained control over laziness. Not to justify that I rank myself to the perfection, but manageable within a restorative trace. And the fact, whether we are good or bad we are always overcome by doubts upon oneself, and craving for the next step.
The question first started from the praying habits and time, whereby I initially spent hours sitting, reciting and contemplating, but then the things changed slowly, not immediately. I realized shifting of my set timing; it is okay, will just stop here and do the full tomorrow. That night before going to the bed, will have a little fear in my mind, oh, tomorrow I have to make up by any means, so will wake early. Next morning, the lazy heart again gains an excuse, humhh... okay whatever I gain through, and I will guarantee the completion this evening session. Continued...
Similarly, when my wife was out of station, for kitchen works, a gush of energy propels me up to the kitchen, fresh and enthusiastic. I do my cooking and other accessory job with full determination, not letting in any shadow of laziness. After eating is done, then I start piling the utensils in the basin for cleaning. I touch one or so for cleaning, then a little shadow creeps my mind, and my hand gets little heavier. I drop the utensils softly onto the same basin, not finished even applying the detergent; oh it is okay, I will do in the evening when I come for preparing my dinner, casual but carefree, my attention realized, yet without realization - the person then and in the evening will be no different than myself. That time, I strongly remember a proverb often recited by my parents- preserve food and it goes to others, preserve work and it comes to yourself, but this all goes in vain again, no vigour to withstand the height of laziness.
Forgetting all, I quickly rush out of kitchen, getting refreshed and directly go to the sitting room to relax, pulling remote for browsing some interesting channels. That ends the pain of piled work until next visit. But I never get lazy to snip into my blankets before 9:30 pm, with strong determination that I will have to wake up early. It was even at 4 am or so that I was disciplined to wake up and sit for prayers and visualizations when I first joined my station at Zhemgang.
Early next dawn, the same habit continued, somehow managing myself with whatever was on my way. With repeated triggering factor in my brain, first for the laziness, and then for what makes me lazy, one day, I had a chance to ask one of my friend, a Buddhist practitioner, what exactly is this so called laziness. He explained so, in a very simplified but effective way- it is all your negative energy, playing with yourself, and for this, no external force can help you, rather you have equally strong positive energy within you, just recognize that and let the two fight, but you keep vigilance over both and come out with your own conclusion, and remember that both of these energies are none other than your own self, so you choose yourself which one should be in your favor. I realized then, that I wasn’t wrong to say I was wrong, and with same continuity, I am right to say now that I am right. Just means that comfort is not to be favored so much, as it has the intoxicating agent on its head to drag us along and put into habits, and the other, to fill my stomach i have to eat myself, seldom would my belly fill with food eaten by others.
What was interesting thereafter, I started focusing on more than what was said, started digging out its meaning; suppose, I want to see some beautiful things again and again, I wanted to listen the soothing music again and again, on the other hand, laziness sufficed me to be a pseudo comforting friend every moment, I then recognized myself through proper analysis; what kind of emotion is the laziness, is it sweet, bitter, pleasant, so on. And suppose I couldn’t do the set work then and there, will that comfort remain tomorrow as well? It wasn’t so, today’s comfort or discomfort lasts for today only, and the tomorrow comes with the fresh one, to say that habit remains to bring in same emotion.
I started committing to do all the activities then and there, completing everything, slowly gaining comfort over it.

Finally, supposing to be having the charm of gaining laziness is not going to favor us tomorrow, but will come in the form of habit, worsening oneself, and for addressing such issues, we need some strength to ignite the energy of enthusiasm time and gain so that it too becomes the habit.
Now I rejoice being myself.





Epic of compassion- my approach towards Vegetarianism


It was in 2010, while I was on tour to a place called Bumthang, half way drive up the hill, I noticed a calf running to and fro, bellowing with very unusual and frightened behavior. It was midsummer and that slope was fully covered with bushy grasses. On closer watch, I saw a cow, supposedly his mother strangled with tethering rope, fallen inside the thick meadow, struggling and almost dead. I climbed into that bush and immediately loosened the rope, putting support beneath her body until she could wake up, where that calf just stood by my side with utmost silence, watching my progress of helping his loved one. Thereafter they started licking each other, to express in human term, kissing and embracing each other. 
Seeing diseased or dead isn’t uncommon for me being an animal health worker, but the expression of that calf made me speechless, clouded with love and emotion. I don’t know how much they might have thanked me, and had they been humans, I would have heard their speech of thankfulness. This is one example how every sentient being have the heart to love and care each other, no different from what I would have felt if my mother was in such trouble. Having come across few more of such incidences, I committed to become vegetarian thereafter, placing animals at the level of my heart, and it is over five years now, no matter whether my culture allows sacrifice of some or prohibit others, because the sentiments are same with all these animals, alike mine, or any one of us. Even the religious views of sin or the law of cause and effect is also more of self interest that I don’t want to suffer later. But respecting other’s rights, considering their pain and pleasure same as one’s own is a genuine wisdom and compassion, and this forms the basis of humanity.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Epitome of love

Through the rising shadows of blended rainbow,
Through the tiny colors of mountain orchids,
Through the shiny dew drops of water lilies,
Through the luring fragrance of blooming roses,
I feel your smile flowing, from distance
With breathe holding charm and lure,
The feast for my long longed senses
Though for a moment we sit and dine,
My sweet love flows through roost and vine,
Of cents longer my heart says, were we?
The heavens gift; noblest assets as you,
Values that surpass some thousand self

Down through the autumn snowflakes,
Feel your soft presence warmer,
And feeble touches, like breezy autumn rustle
Rolling down, my freezing cheeks melt warm
Or in early sunrays, the sweetened flow with glow,
Bathing my shattered soul,
Thus love mightier, for holding globe;
A comfy nest in pockets, your sweetened self

So naught I trust, some flesh and blood,
But tiny crystals of charm and boon brood,
The remnants, until a complete built
That charm- so divine fed warmth,
Heavens even would urge, to rain down
Borrowing for some, or I brine for long
The love chosen, one from rarest heavens
And alike pearly diamond,
Some poor thieves cherished,
So shall, I cherish your presence, timeless
With love generous, till vibrancy toil.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Figure of my life

Figure my life- O gods
Give me one reason
Why not to the slightest foreseen
Tomorrow as of sun and season

On and on, life chopping my present
Hard and softness through drunken path
Bouncing, falling, laughing and crying
Draught and desert with sun to bath

I see the same dusk in far west
Same dawn knocking my door next day
Conscience though hope that tomorrow be best
Yet my days end with “might” and “may”

It was the same soil my life began
And hoped from same soil, to rise and win
But as youth seldom halt, green as spring
Nor would I spared too, from fall and ruin

Why thus I wait for painted lawn,
To hold my dreams like rising dawn,
Though from same soil, do rise and win
Yet not I spared be, from fall and ruin

Autumn song



Season of trimming and merry making,
Season of laughter and celebrations,
For here uncoils, serene northern child,
Beneath guidance of azure heavens,
Dusk breathes happier,
Aged towers revive with bloom and fall,
Capped up to their lowest belly,
And away from gleams of pinning sheen,
Lives from higher earth starts rolling down,
Beyond mid and low of the matured green,
High above rocky hives, pale and lifeless,
For furry beaded cobwebs to guard upon,
Green bosoms of earth, now tinted,
With young assets of summer, tumbled ripe,
From base to height, with hued pulps and juices,
Serving fullest, to all earthlings, fair
Matured corns now tumble down bounty,
For lower lives to quench and rejoice too,
Minced well, within warmth of their existence,
Giant bubbling falls sickened lean and lazy,
With shrunken labor, breathing their waning vigor
Fluffy blankets then, the caps and crown
For diminishing color, green to brown
That is autumn, season for nature's fashion
I walk through giant furry blankets, cold cushion
I walk through trails of crystal beaded lawn,
My pain seal thus, watching cobwebs gleam,
Then rejoice warmth of the faint feeble sun.

Three cents


Once, of pinched day labor,
Lying well in cozy bed, ceased soon,
As by the dawn of dreams,
Minute creature crawled, fast from afar
And though of an arrow speed, melted by,
Near me to mere crystal drop,
My scream mixed, with its divine breathe,
The very fraction, was I lifted too far,
Into whole heavens never revealed ere,
All behind me on track, divinity chasing faster-
The faint rise of new me thence began,
Journey towards a world newer afar

Short halt on mid yet, my nuptial,
Wedding a fair lady, an angel fairy,
Divine creature and virtuous born,
Thousand ballads for me composed ere,
My arrival thus, all too deep destined,
But my halt there wasn’t for long;
To pass some gaps before eternity
Thus soon bidding adieu, soared farther

The guide then, on a far dazzling world,
A lake, bright though on a cold winter night,
Beneath never beaten frost laden blow-
A mountain stood tall within, on small peak,
Holding convivial rocks, I climbed zenith,
Where stood yet, a dark leafless tree,
Under glitters of stars too near above,
Defined itself a moon tree, with moons dangling,
Thousands, as though diamond apples pinned,
All hardened for cents of some enduring spell,
And I, as if destined to free them all,
Holding keen at base, with heart restrained numb,
Tumbled all moons rolling down fast,
And into shining lake below floated, splashing,
Plunging and bouncing, everywhere merrily,
I heard echoes from every corners resurrect,
And drums were for their freedom beaten,
But least my eyes holding existence

Lying yet there aloof, a guest from earth,
Watched then black curves of Midnight Mountains,
Far in-lost world with summits touching stars,
My heart sobbed loud for world too away,
Till eyes drenched my whole face wet,
“Kinsmen living amidst those spaces afar”
Soon but my nerves were drowsy numb,
Crystals of frosted tears guiding,
A mirror sheath onto my weakened soul

An hour rolled, driven myself farther still,
Further yet to prints on next charming world,
A world of flowers buoyant dancing,
Over crystal fragranced water,
Saw, a night rest couch for sun built,
And as from long soar landed- rainbows greeted,
Scores, small and larger curves, emerging,
From one base, drooping beneath next,
One entwined with other near or far,
Blending until a single whole of tinted world,
And as my breath numbed by it,
A fair angel condensed within,
With hairs of flowers, and fragrance divine,
Asked me for any boon I most soothed be,
Heart with in spoke for an immortal soul there,
“But gaps of some watch to pass”, she sublimed,
No more my eyes sighted her.

Closing eyes tight and vibrant chants,
I wished my world breathed near once.
There found myself a one eyed creature,
Dangling down thin golden vine,
Soon thrown to unfathomable depth,
Which then was I back to earth?
Lying amongst hidden meadows,
Beneath guidance of wide stars now far above,
Body all frosted of chilling night dews,
Hair gone moldy and wild green,
Creases were whole over my sheath,
And bones too weakened, with crackling joints,
Felt some divinity within shining fair

Rising from long sleep, marched towards hall,
Found but all beyond order once was,
Time gap spoke- three hundred years past,
Some statue were built, old with ferns grown,
Strangers, the decaying remnants of blocks,
Young once I saw, when first built,
Nowhere were my friends present,
All to abode left, except me,
With some charm flowing, and divine length,
Marched eastwards, towards my old village-
To old hut, where once my parents nurtured me,

To my wonderment, existence overturned,
All past decayed, towers blooming around,
Yet there I unearthed my rusted metal trolley,
Once uncovered from wrecked old car, at twelve,
Amongst, I found the brass plate splints too,
Only plate throughout, father spent his meal,
Grasped all pieces on my palm, with tears,
Assets all of my house once,
There one of doors built,
Hung frames, fixed to wall,
With line of mine to three, many more below,
A small white dog barked-
Soon kneeling to feet, approaching,
And by door I fixed, for song echoing inside,
The tale of how I vanished,
I pushed the door with shrunken labor within,
To find myself not of same, a different one,
Small child crawled towards, and door closed again,
My time ripened then, to enter divinity,
Leaving that brass piece, and rusted trolley too,
Marched a return, with body shedding by parts,
From small to tiny, till gush of thin fuming air,
Rising higher above, entered the gifted world,
Destiny greeted my arrival,
The world seemed fairer, all for me made,
To live with my boon eternal,

Once I marched nearer, praising,
Sun woke up and approached near,
The gleam shining brighter,
Where then I opened my eyes too wide,
To find self under same roof,
With morning sun coursing,
And over my face shone,
The days remapped to me again,
Dream dissolved off my fairy tale,
Of three hundred years rewound time

Hoping for wondrous tale creep,
I sipped some cold creamy tea,
Curled into blanket’s warmth,
And closed my eyes harder again