comeback

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You say

You want to comeback

that I take you in

Hmm…

will you feel at home?

my heart is pretty much

in a bad shape

since the day you left

despite my wailings

You know it well

It is not as it used to be

It never were

things haven’t been

in  a good shape

Will things ever be?

Oddities

up in the firmament

the lone moon is dancing

the myriad stars

twinkle in glory

clouds are escaping fast
over the horizon

the clear blue sky

is stretched

far and wide

winds rustle

trees sway

time ticks

as I stare

into darkness

into oblivion

scorched by regrets

tumbling in absurdities

at my own oddities

Hating tears helplessly

I hate tears

but what can I do

I can’t stop them

I can only let it flow

incessantly

through the voids

of my desolate heart

Water my agony

till it dries up

my parched world

silence

I tarried in the nook

waiting to hear you speak

but you will not

No words shall come

out your tight lips

You are mute

only silence bellows

triumphantly

so unbreakable

no frail attempts

Never mind

the silence

I shall seek solace

in the whispers

of unspoken words

unfathomed

to depths unknown

I shall savour

the trivialities of life

in silence

albeit

sans solace

Yet again

You are gone

yet again

vanished

like the rainbow

on the yonder horizon

leaving me

utterly nonplussed

It’s hard to sync

life with days

when pushed back

to abandonment

and loneliness

yet again

Thoughts explodes

out of control

as life desists

in paused moments

and frozen times

Loneliness bites

splashing

bitter sensations

from  your  going

and its hard

yet again

as always

as ever

in fact harder

this time

I  am left staring

expectantly

for your return

though I know

you have just left

pamparamentally

A naughty smile

A hasty question

truant ways

pamparamentally

Amidst

growing concerns

my son grows

Let not the laughter fade

and playfulness die

I am not alone

I have you my son

Happy Valentine

Time has come its round

Valentine is here again

celebrations everywhere

love is in the air

I shall play my part as well

and wish you Happy Valentines

even though you are gone

Its for you to decide
if you should ever come back

or shall i carry on?

Am I a poet?

Am I a poet?

Can what I pen

be called Poems?

I ask myself

the mismatch

so surreal

It only baffles me

Nothing

What is Nothing?

Hmm…

Nothing is

not anything

Anything

That is something

is not nothing

Nothing is something

that isn’t anything?

Something is nothing

when it isn’t anything

So to say

plainly

Nothing is nothing

But no

Nothing isn’t nothing

It is anything

infact everything

Nothing is something

Nothing is empty

Nothing is void

Absurd, vacant

Nothing is zero

But zero has its value

So does nothing

aim less

Many a paths

lead to 
destination

But 
what purpose 
are the paths

when there is no 
destination

a snowy Thimphu night

the sky is overcast

snow descends

in flakes

on the barren willows

amidst the concrete jungles

the solitary moon

and the distant stars

have shied away
this chilly wintry night

only a lone me
breathes still
to see your face

in the snow

Tears

Don't make it cheap

mean so much

Why let it fall?

a little too late

send-great-flowers.

Am I a little too tardy

to hail the new year

Did I bid the yester year

a courteous bye?

and...

What about the resolutions

that all and sundry makes?

What have I been doing

all these days?

Hmm… I don’t know

I've woken up only now

Belated Happy New Year

a passing thought

Of what purpose are the name and fame?

when  life is just a briefly played game

the mundane realities one can’t disclaim

someday the inevitable death shall proclaim

what remains then for one to acclaim?

rains & sins

Sunny, moments ago

Heaven has opened up
all so suddenly

and pours down in showers

drenches me to my skin

May it cleanse

all the sins in me

If only sins could be washed

Paused musings

I’ve been rushed off my feet

off late

I’m running around

to catch full circle

hectically hustling

on tons demanding

my attention

wondering at life

offering many errands

that must be run

nonstop unto death

off to poems for a while

I shall not pen down the lines

Someday

When I shall be free

i shall catch my thoughts

and weave it in words

But for now

It’s paused musings

fatigued thoughts

I am fatigued

thinking of you

Aren’t you tired

crossing my mind

over and over again?

Why irk ourselves

Can’t we ease the gap

and be together

than visit each other

just in thoughts

earthquake (September 18, 2011)

source: kuenselonline.com

The walls rattled

The showcases

The cupboards

The photo frames

and everything

that there was to rattle

The lights blacked out

Everything was cursed

in absolute murk

as the world jolted

one and all trembled

Everyone knew that it was

Saw the end was nigh

As death came knocking

Bequeathing a close call

Leaving homes crumbled

Hearts grievously tormented

and lives put on the line