Showing posts with label Wishes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wishes. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2016

Sane Hopes

An Uncertain Journey
The lucid sky at night
Welcomes me.
And the full moon,
Bewitches me more.
The twinkling white stars
Shows a true place where I want 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 world out there, where
There is true love and care.

A heart that is to be trusted
Where there can be rains of love
And where it grow fruits of peace and friendship
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.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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 prosperous 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 ‘flowery life.’
A dream of every Bhutanese,
But a few fulfilled and some more than it.

He was born to an Ngalop’s family
Brought up, educated and survived
Upto 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 language, religions,
All ways, forgotten.

‘New age,’ where he lives
He floats there
Lingering in-between two ways
He is more incline to later one.
Bhutan does not exist in his mind’s map,
This is how a person change his life
Who am I?
Root does 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.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

You Have All



The sun has the whole universe
And you too have all;
The generosity, the merriment:
A man’s personality.

Always joyful and always to girl’s heart!
You are optimistic as you are,
And powerful as a man needs

Good in conversation and believing,
And sometimes in life-keep gap; independence,
Bother not what others do,
And bother what you do.

Self-praising hurts you atlast,
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.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

THANK YOU



As I write today here, and as I write about my graduation and departure, all that come 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 anyone else could. When I first came to the literature class, I was nervous and skeptical, but there was just this huge abundance of fine people who helped me to get my groundings. Thank you all for teaching, thank you all for guiding, thanking you all for showing a smooth path in reading literature. You have been the 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- angry faces, where you got annoyed with too much 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.


Saturday, March 30, 2013

This World is Yours


The sun has the whole universe
And you too have all
In front of you the 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 the 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 god’s wish, my son.