Limericks

I wrote these limericks when I was feeling tired and bored. They don’t have metrical feet at times.

There once was a girl named Yangzom,
who was a good friend of Pangzom.
She was the ugliest

And the laziest

So Yangzom befriend with Pangzom.

When I dream, I dream in the sleep

The dreams unknowingly creep.

They have no fixedness

 To calmed the sadness

But go on til desires reap.

My eyes are burning bright on fire;
she’s the object of my desire.
She sat on the grass
and covered her ass
til somebody set on my desire.

A crafty Jigme made a speech
promised to stick like a leech.

Wagged to get support

Soon went to a port

And built his own house near the beach.

There was a boy with his toy once

The toy was called a big fat ounce

He tried to have frocks

And with that, he rocks

He removed its penis in flounce

There was an old man from nowhere

He kept pics of chicks everywhere

 And went to slumber

Counted the number,

 Of pics on the wall everywhere.

The fox search for a carni-vore

Soon the cruel fox had a war

“You rock,” a cock said

“You will soon be dead,

for I have declared a big war.”

Grandma and the Frog

The story was told by my mother when I was a child. I have roughly reproduced it here.

Grandma had a big house. Her house was covered by all types of trees on all sides. They were cypress, oak, fig, mango, walnut and other trees.

She liked the trees.

Inside her house, she had nothing. She had only some empty pots and pans. She had little rice in the rice bag. She was poor.

One day, grandma went out and looked at her trees. She saw a dry branch on the cypress tree. She was very sad and asked, “How did your branch dry?”

The tree replied, “The thunder hit me.”

Grandma was sad and said, “If your branches dry, let me also hit on my leg.”

So grandma hit very hard on her knee. The knee soon grew big. Grandma shouted with pain.

All-day and night, she stayed near the oven crying with pain.

 “It’s very painful,” she shouted at last. “Take back your pain.” She again hit on her knee very hard.

The skin opened and down came a frog. The frog landed on the oven. “Let me burn this frog in the fire.”

Grandma wanted to burn the frog, as she was angry. She put the frog in the fire. The frog burned like dry grasses.

The frog said quickly, “Take me to the third room.” Grandma went up and kept there. Many kinds of grains filled the room; rice, wheat, maize corns and millet.

 “Take me to the first floor before I get fully burnt,” the frog said again. Grandma ran down and kept there. Many kinds of farm animals filled the room. They were a cow and a calf, chicken and four chicks, a pig and two piglets, a horse and a foal.

“Take me to the garden,” said the frog.

Grandma ran outside and kept there in her garden. Many types of vegetables filled the garden. They were radishes, cabbages, potatoes, pumpkins, sags and turnips.

By then, the frog was already burned and it turned into ashes.

Grandma felt very sorry as well as happy to see lots of things in her home. She had now different grains and vegetables to eat. She had animals as her friend.

For a long time in her mind, she was not so happy because she missed her sick cypress tree for many days. She visited the tree. The tree had no dry branch then. Grandma smiled with happiness.

My Love is Not

My Love is Not

quantifiable

justifiable

describable

payable

buyable

demonstrable

measurable or

calculable.

So reasonable

My love is:

undie-able

viable

doable

loveable

appreciable and

forever

A Lost Hope

Failure is an orphanage

All wishes grilled

Left alone, neglected

A victim, sorrows and anguishes

So paltry and so lamentable, a soul.

Redundant of the masses

Shout at the loudest

No one listens

As if blind, dumb and deaf

Endure…

The blackest life

Hopeless has no wish.

Times, times wait

Times wouldn’t hold out forever alike

Hide the lies

Untold the truth

Like the sun concealed behind the clouds

It would rise shortly

The joy of seeing the world

The pleasure of all by himself.

Failure and success

Good and bad

High and low

Rich and poor

will disappear. But these tests of fate will continue

As long as one is alive

Blame it on time

Each and everyday

Too many promises

Promises to love

Promises to play

Promises to succeed

An endless file of promises

Odd, we are drowned with dreams

And drench with so many failures.

No Reason

His eyes are on fire

What is this nonsense desire?

Near her, a man stands

Jealousies, pains, itches are creeping

What is he whispering?

So near, he stands.

Wish he was dead

He has no reason to say this

Simply, because he loves her.

She talks softly

She laughs

Why aren’t you the same with him?

He has nothing to say

But simply,

Because he loves her.

Some people don’t know what love is;

Love is nothing.

You love someone without reason.

 You simply love.

 Some people don’t know what jealousy is.

 Jealousy is nothing,

 but love for someone.

You simply resent with no reason.

 Some people can talk so much better,

 but have no basic understanding of what love is.

  They simply ditch away with so many thoughtless thoughts.

And with a small thing, you get hurt in love.

 Some people have no good heart to know about love hurts.

They simply cry without understanding much of what hurt is.

They simply put full stop in love

And suffer from the lack of love.