Words Fail Me

There are many speculative things that come to mind— Both for and against this life we lead. This is my short attempt at absolution about the future, And why I believe such a pain in the neck Is extremely likely.

 

I am looking at the voidness of the blue sky,
Wondering what our lives will be,

The clouded day high above
was nothing but space-
What future might I see?

Today will become Someday,

But that someday will be shoddier,

Worse than today’s abandonment.
I don’t think it will be caring,

I don’t think it will be loving.

Greed blinds the truth,

Wisdom is blinded by the willfulness of self.
Prayers are whispered for easy money.
Respect bleeds dry,
Love grows wary without money.


Our best will be valued only by Yama,

The lotd of death.I hope these answers are affirmative,
For then I know that we will see
A future filled with affliction-
One tgat should not be.

Now I hate how long it took to see
That life's joy is a closed book to me.

It is filled with hatred and spite.
All I've to say is: "spit!"

The Wet Summer

The rain is falling all around us—
It rains in the fields,
It rains on the roads.
I see it on the trees,
I see it on the grasses.
Rain is all around us,
And we cannot go anywhere.

Rain is falling on my nose,
On my head, my hands, my toes.
I am fully wet,
And my mind waits.

It comes in with the wind,
It comes with the clouds.
The streams are flooded,
And the roads are flooded.
Rivers are so wide.
The rain keeps falling—
There seems to be no end.

I'm stuck here in my bedroom,
So cold and so alone.

I can't take any more of this summer.
When will it stop raining?

On This Day

Today I am lonely.

You are not here.

My mind carries its worries.

I remember the good days,

The delightful days—

But I cannot bear this sadness any longer.

Today I am lonely.

You are not here.

You are the one I miss.

I think of you.

Still, my mind carries its worries.

I cannot carry this sadness anymore.

Each day, the sun drifts across the sky

And never truly vanishes.

I believe there is a place

Where we can be together—

Somewhere, for good people.

Sane Hopes

An Uncertain Journey

The lucid sky at night

Greets me.

And the full moon

Bewitches me even more.

The twinkling white stars

Show a true place for me to be.

The clear cyan sky

With the sun with its white rays,

Opens a way to a new beginning-

A way to truth,

A way to the world out there, where

true love and care exist.

A heart that can be trusted

Can receive rains of love.

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.

My SONS

Thank You, merciful God, for giving everything.
Thank You, mighty God, for health and happiness.
Thank You, omniscient God, for a lovely family.
I supplicate to grant us these — always.

I am grateful to my parents
For bringing me up
And making me what I was not.
My debts to them are countless.

I am blessed with the wealth to carry on
And a good place to live upon.
Thank You for sending us two lovely sons —
The day they came to us was our life.
The sons are our suns.

The twelfth day of the month —
That is when they were born:
One on November 12th, the other on April 12th.
Twelve has become my favorite number.
How happy we are to have you both!
With you both, it’s all happiness.
We are so happy to be with you two,
Our dearest sons.
May God grant us to live for seven generations or more.

You are our world, little ones.
We would do everything
To make you a better person,
A good person,
A truly living person.

My new born baby sleeping sweet

Oh! how we like you

Changing and kicking out!

Me and my baby

His mother feeding

When he was seven days old

 

I am indebted to my father and mother

Four of us with our best

Two of us

My dear little ata baby in Tsirang

Baby ata and his mother

Baby ata and his father(me)

Proud to be a boy and studying in Darla MSS

In Gelephu. Three of us

On the way to Trongsa a long time ago

During Blessed Rainy Day near Gedu

Inside Darla MPH watching the concert show. Baby Danced!!

A Hiccup

A momentary hiccup

Strikes me

Spilling over sudden sadness,

And bringing inexplicable memories,

Etching my desperate soul-

When I know you're no longer with me.

A sudden silence in between

Stirs so many dreams,

Afires with life and joys,

But the odd sense of feelings,

Lumps my way out

When I see you're no longer with me.

(Trapped in these hiccup and un-hiccup)

Alone I live, longing for joy at the end.

The race of this life

Makes me painful,

And counting without a wife

Makes me a fool.

I hope they are not to stay long.

Footnote: A momentary hiccup in the poem shows two sudden shifts of moments; a hiccup bringing sorrows while hiccupping, and dreams of joys that cone right after the short hiccup, just as one feels new and fresh once you hiccup-if only for a moment. It also reflects a temporary setback to somebody’s plans or arrangements. In this way, it mirrors the transitory nature of life: one quick joy and one quick sorrow. Anyways, for me, I live each day with hopes for tomorrow, though I have to walk with these two hiccups.