Thursday, June 23, 2011

Epitome of happiness


Babysitting
My toddler this morning
I watched him
running around
Playing truant
in playful innocence
Full of laughter and joyfulness
Little does he know
the depth of his existence
my epitome of happiness
and my strength of being
He keeps playing tirelessly
I sit back and rejoice in silence
I smile at him

Monday, June 20, 2011

Who am I?


You called me
A bore
A dimwit
Immature
What names
Have you not called me?

was it out of love?
A jest of mockery
or in  a tint of anger
Never mind the names
Just tell me
Who am I actually?
Have I lost my identity?

Friday, June 17, 2011

God's own ways



I see not the moon tonight
Even the stars are keeping away
Darkness is all I can feel around
and it’s almost engulfing me

I can see my end looming near
The whispering calls of death I can hear
and the dreaded beckoning stare
to strike its hammer on my life so dear

ere the blooming roses withered 
and the rainbow faded to nothingness
ere the sun sank beyond the horizon
My odyssey of life is nearing its end

I wish not to live a hundred years
and laze in the eternal realms of earth
My wishes are not for a kingly crown
Not all the happiness can excite me

All I wish is just another usual day
another moment, another breath
but I must exit ere my time is nigh
God has his own divine ways

NB: This one is prompted by a dear one who is on his death bed waiting for his end.

Monday, June 13, 2011

upbeat

Heart melts in your beauty
Head is stuffed with poetry
Somehow, words elude me
though thoughts are copious
I vie for vent of expressions
for the glory of the nature

Friday, June 10, 2011

soul searching

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Searching
for answers
to void questions
venting
pent up feelings
obliviously coiled
Silence sans echo
digs  deeper
into nothingness
Looking beyond
Looking close
I search  
what I cannot find
that I have never lost
Life flickers
like a brief candle
A dilemma
around every corner
glare and flare
I take further on
for a new dawn
I reach the end line

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Fleeting moments

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Flowers bloom and wither
Leaves fall, trees wane
Dreams die,
Rainbows vanish
even the mighty sun
shies away
beyond the  horizon
Everyday ebbs
to nothingness
Nothing holds
except impermanence
laughing in mockery
at humans running
the life’s busy race
in blindness
Callous greed and fallow dreams
Hostilities at its height
bent even to cut the  other’s  throat 
for a singular gain
Humanity galloping away
Every men and women
thoughtless outlanders
oblivious of the choices
the two roads in the woods offer
unmindful
that we reap as we sow
with every fleeting moment
life nears its end
Some day
Sooner than later
to embrace dear death
in all its icy coldness
Are we prepared?
Do we not need
to mend our ways now?
Will death be pleasant?

Monday, June 6, 2011

berserk thoughts

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My thoughts are going berserk day by day
with neither news nor a hearty call from you;
in frenzied activities while way leads onto way,
in anticipation, I am singing the blues

This rift is slowly running out my patience,
It's hard to understand this frantic life.
Lend vent of voice to this deepened silence,
It cuts this forlorn heart like a knife.

Do not let my smile turn to frowns,
Let me the last bits of my laughter save.
Do not make me a clown among the clowns,
You are all in this world I have.

Rekindle my life with a call so sweet;
This longing I have is taxing me a lot.
My love is all, I shall sacrifice for it,
Only support me to row this life’s boat.

Your inspiration now, I earnestly desire to seek,
Cheer me up to run this life’s race.
Do not let my heart go weak and meek.
Do not leave me a stranger in a strange place.

PS: I came across this poem that i had scribbled years ago  in a dusty note book

Friday, June 3, 2011

nightclubbing

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Rocking music from the corner,
Played and replayed by the DJ
of ephemeral rock and pop,
in the hall sparklingly lit,
Never stopping shadowy figures,
Robed in myriad attires to suit,
In singles, doubles and multiples,
toiling to sweat their guts out.
Intoxicated by the rollicking time,
restless limbs in ceaseless motion,
treading invariably to no destination,
Practiced pace in pitched laughter,
swinging scene in smoky air;
‘Tis much ado of the couples’ dance
and sure enough the bonkus’ chance.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

In short


Flipping through the pages of time
I wandered across my twisted mind
Pondering the pangs of a broken heart
I stumbled on some wrinkled dreams
Can I iron out its crumpled creases?
Can I begin the story all over again?
How do I put my feelings to words?
The clouds are full of wrath and rain

Friday, May 27, 2011

a son's question


My son walked up to me
this morning over breakfast
and innocently quizzed me
with an spontaneous question
I brushed it off momentarily
Should I say it was silly?
He turned and walked away
and got into his infantile plays
It did not matter to him
that he did not get an answer
But somehow
the question kept ringing in me
over and over again
only to reveal a deeper depth
in a seemingly childish question
and when I contemplated an answer
I realized, I did not have one

Monday, May 23, 2011

Don't

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Don't tug at my friendship
It’s like a rope
Strong yet tender
It can snap
If yanked

Don't play with my dreams
It’s like an egg
Playful yet delicate
It can break
If not cared

Don't bungle up my hopes
It’s like a glass
Crystal yet fragile
It can shatter
If mishandled

Don't cheat on my trust
It’s like a rainbow
Beautiful yet elusive
It can fade
If hoodwinked

Don't disturb my faith
It’s like a cloud
Clear yet dense
In can engulf
If perturbed

Don't break my heart
I don’t know it is like
But it’s so tender and fragile
That if it breaks
I would be no more

Friday, May 20, 2011

A recipe


Till one's mind like a land
Lay beds of proper mood
Sow seeds of desired success
Let some goodness grow

Nurtute it with determination
Prune boughs of jealousy
Uproot ill feelings like weeds
let no negative influence impair it

Spray doses of humour at times
Aspire heavenly blessings like rain
Let unity spread its recoiling roots
all through for a good harvest

Monday, May 16, 2011

a winged guest


A sparrow came flying
as I idled my hours at home
and rested on my window sill
and warbled a sweet unknown song
Did it mean to tell me something?
or was it just a warble for me?
I couldn’t comprehend the tweet
Albeit it was euphonious to catch
Thanks, little feathered guest
for the melodious chirps
that brightened my momentary being
What best than to live the moment
 

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A human soul not a doll

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Let me tell you, my friend, this is life
to be lived in happiness, not in strife
Life isn’t without its ups and downs
but can’t we just rub out the frowns
Smoldering with hatred on the brow
with a sweetly twinkling reassuring glow
Things should be perfectly alright
So long you trust the other and not fight
You don’t really win a war by fighting
nor enhance a relationship by slighting
Cherish the intricacies of a matrimonial bliss
not radicalize your bonds to go amiss
Human trust cannot be mended once broken
Don’t aspire to eat the fruits that’s forbidden
Strive not to kill two birds with a stone
The infidelities, no one can ever condone
Beware! Handle with care, it’s a human soul
You are not playing with a lifeless doll


This one came out after a friend of mine cheated on his better half  and their marriage got on the rocks. Hope it patches up soon

Saturday, May 14, 2011

The path I walk

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This path I walk
every day of my life
Familiar winds blow
Fallen leaves rustle
Swerving trees
greet me
Every day as usual
And a rose bloom

The blooming rose
glorifies my life
glitters my path
in bonded familiarity
and curious beauty
I trot this path
ever hence
in happiness 
and contentment

but now, gradually
the rose is wilting
day by day fading
the warmth is vanishing 
and coldness spreading
Mystery overwhelms me
as no hearts speak
and no words I hear
My thoughts dwindle
Will it vanish totally some day?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fading Whispers


Filling the voids of the empty mind
Avoiding the fleeting realities
Dabbled in some unborn thoughts
Images are but mirages in a desert
Nagging at the passing intricacies
Gone are my feelings with the winds
When emotions vent out from within
Hunting for a magical wand of words
Intoxicates the sweetness of ones being
Searching for smiles in unsure frowns
Partaking the touches of a forsaken heart
Evading the saturated pukes of mockery
Rainbows appear only to disappear
Sweet are the songs of a fading whisper



Sunday, May 8, 2011

A night of snow fall in Thimphu

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Sun long gone
Street lamps are up at task
Night is unusually dark
and its brutally cold
Heaven has opened it mouth
and wafers down the softened jingles
Wow, it falls down in soft flakes
like dandelions in the air
I retire to bed in heavenly bliss
and dream myself in heaven
I wake up brightened
and I see the specks settled
I contemplate my musings

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Broken dreams again

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My dreams
are broken
Pieces of shells
so sharp and cutting
lie strewn
in murky emotions
of a ruined  heart
My plundered thoughts
lie submerged
in an ocean of tears
the rainbow has vanished
without a  trace
Beware
Don’t gather the pieces
of my broken dreams
unfriendly and sharp
It might slash you as well
 

Friday, May 6, 2011

Lonely chair

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Won’t you come
sit on the chair
by my side
The chair had been
lying empty for so long
silence is singing its song
Come let’s share a chair
at least for a while
for we cannot share a journey
Help me subdue my thoughts
taking flight to obscure horizons