Sane Hopes

An Uncertain Journey

The lucid sky at night

Greets me,

And the full moon,

Bewitches me more.

The twinkling white stars

Show a true place for me to be.

The clear cyan sky

With the sun with its white rays,

gives a way to a new beginning

A way to truth,

A way to the world out there, where

There is true love and care.

A heart that can be trusted

can have rains of love

And fruits of peace and friendship grow

Who doesn’t know what is bad?

I want to be there

I know its dreaming

 But I will wait for the hope of it.

Mad In States

Mad in States

Live the life you love, not love the life you live. Many of us dream of going to or living in American and Australia; some people have a chance. A Bhutanese in States has become an American. He has forgotten his country’s traditions and cultures, even language and his own country. The poem asks if everyone does like this, one day everyone in Bhutan will become American, losing real Bhutanese, or who is a Bhutanese?

To be an American

Is an easy to be;

It was a decade ago, he settled

In the land called a ‘flowery life.’

A dream of every Bhutanese,

But a few fulfilled and some more than it.

He was born to a Ngalop’s family

Brought up, educated and survived

Up to fifty seven years,

A man has a wish at this age!

His instinct and roots were Bhutanese

And all his ways

One day, but, somehow he got a chance,

He flew.

After decades in America

He adapted Americans

He was an American.

Parents, relatives, all forgotten;

People, land

Mother’s tongue, religions,

All ways, forgotten.

‘New age,’ where he lives

He floats there

Lingering in-between two ways

He is more incline to a later one.

Bhutan does not exist in his mind’s map,

This is how a person change his life

Who am I?

Root doesnt change.

On the tip of Americans’ mouth

He remains a different,

not a ‘real’ one;

Mongoliod, Dravidian, or Arabian?

Variant cultures in America

And the buoyant life floated with riches.

One does care,

And who cares of life-

The root?

To have rushing hour is okay.

You Have All

The sun has the whole universe

And you too have all;

The generosity, the merriment:

A man’s personality.

Joyful as always to a girl’s heart!

You are optimistic as you are,

And powerful as a man needs

Good in conversation and believing,

And sometimes in the life-keep gap; independence,

Bother not what others do,

And bother what you do.

Self-praising hurts you at last,

But, sometimes it uplifts you

You need that expectation.

Your future is as shiny as coral

As you have everything

That a man sometimes doesn’t have

Character, building rapports, confidence, persuasiveness

That will really win through the life

And may god bless you, always

And my wish is the god’s wish.

THANK YOU

As I write today here, and as I write about my graduation and departure, all that comes to my mind is ‘Thank you,’ ‘Thank you,’ ‘Thank you.’ Today I write words of excitement and appreciation. Words devoted to many great souls. This short note is in honor of you all my professors and the life you all have made me. Truthfully, a million pages of gratitude are not enough. (See my Professors profile link:five-dons-of-aims )

I thank YOU ALL a million times, for what you have done is sometimes more than anything. When I first came to the literature class, I was nervous and skeptical, but there were just these huge abundance of fine people who helped me to get my groundings. Thank you all for teaching, thank you all for guiding, thank you all for showing a smooth path in reading literature. You have been my best friend, teacher, guide, and parent.

Teachers and students of the graduating cohort of 2013, thank you for all that you are and for all that you did, and for caring about us. We know your work is more to you than just a job, it is a calling, and for that, we are so grateful for your sacrifices.

I have learned to read better. I wouldn’t have understood the depth of literature; British lit, American lit, Indian lit, World lit, Criticism, linguistics, Post Colonial Studies, Teaching English Language and Literature, Gender, Communication, etc if it weren’t tutored by you all.

You all deserve a huge congrats and thanks. Who could forget our amazing trip? Who could forget our noisy class? Who could forget the charming and angry faces, where you got annoyed with too many works and responsibilities? 

There are many good things to be remembered…

I probably can’t thank you all enough.

Thank you for everything, my teachers.

I am happy because while I cannot take you all with me, I can at least keep the memories with me always in my heart.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Mamta, Mr. Prabha, Mr. Samuel, Mrs. Parveen, Mrs. Chitra, Mr. Umashankar, Ms, Charita, and others.

A Cohort of Graduate Students with some Lecturers.

This World is Yours

The sun has the whole universe

And you too have all

In front of you a vast stage;

To play the game you have never played.

You have all;

Generosity, merriment, cry, hurt, love, care, good, bad, all.

It’s how you see…

How you go…

To me,

You are always joyful and have a piece of good heart!

You are optimistic as you are,

And powerful as a man needs.

And a person’s personality.

Shine through joys and goodness.

Good in all, to become best you try

And sometimes in life- independence

Bother not what others do

And bother what you do.

Let no one hurts you at last

Let others say well

Self-hope sometimes uplift you

You need that expectation.

Your future is as shiny as coral

As you have everything

That a man sometimes doesn’t have

Health, wealth, character, good rapport, confidence, persuasiveness

That will really win through the life

And may God bless you always

And my wish is the god’s wish, my son.