ལྷག་གནང་མི་ལུ་བཀྲིན་ལེགས་སོ་ཡོད།།

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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Black and White of Life


On the black and white of my feelings I wrote your name.
Heard that the life is transient even then I am thy fame.
Before flowers around me fade to fatality,
We’ll see the way to our opportunity.


Don’t shun me for my heart will melt of.
Don’t devastate my dreams for I am fearful of.
Heard that our life is like water and ice cube.
We face concurrent living and breakdown for we’ll wipe.
 

High on the mountain of promising sun rays I see your face.
Downhill through the thick jungle I find loads of burly base,
That it’ll clutch our strong assurance so tight.
And let the mountain full of promise be our divine delight.
 

Down the plain of winding river of our existence,
I see the evaporating happiness of thy sweet fragrance.
Along the crisscrossing bank ablaze with beautiful daffodils,
I see the different coexistence making deals,
For all things and happenings are fixable for teeth are brushable.


Like crushed flowers our beauty will lost forever!
Like dress rehearsal we believe grand concert is yet to appear!
We think and gossip most about the success of Bill Gate,
And we rarely do the success of Gandhi for I bet.

Friday, October 26, 2012

To my Late Friend


We were tensed and worried at first when we entered the classroom. Every one sitting in their relevant seats were looking as if we should tax us unduly for a year. The moment of entrance was awe-inspiring for seven of us from Tashigang. All most all were intellect and brave to challenge among. And the most anticipated moment of the result day proved load of success to most of us.
The ground was fresh and green. For most of us we were first timer. Strikers among the best were Chocolate (Ugyen Chophel) and Tashi Norbu. And the fastest flying wings were most of the time Gadpu (Kunzang Dechen) and Kaptong (Ugyen Tashi). In the sturdy rectangular metal posts were two goal keepers whose duty was to smile rather than to safe goals. Few (Yeshi Norbu) and Thinley Yeozer were these two guys. The main defenses were Norbu Gyeltshen, I and first timers. The tantrum of kicking to the wrong direction, the mockery of thy criticism, your whimsical command not to go near the post and your short-tempered resulted to the perky match ever we’ll remember.
Late Norgyel
Yeethro Lhamo of drunken Karma Duptho, Hiding from the rain and snow of Ugyen Tashi, unexpected often disappearance of incisive Chocolate into the darkness like the hen looking for a better place to lay egg, feminine nature and the simple look of Mr. Few, little blush and ire of Mr. Raba Zangpo(Dawa Zangpo) for when criticized with a girl from bazaar, Mr. Toujay (Tashi Nima), though thin and intellect and eat like a horse, Buddha nature of Ngawang Tenzin, tendency of all to call Sonam T (Sonam DOrji T)as Hobby, times of all enjoyed with plate full of Bokpi ingredient  with sugar, flirty nature and to womanize were Dangdus’s (Phuntsho Dorji)fun and the charm of all to tease chemistry teacher, Mr. Murugon were those reminiscing upon your absence.
Gone are gone and the most difficult part is to get back. These days we are convenient to do anything. We have vehicles, planes, computer etc to comfort us. These conveniences provide equal measure of headache. And the misery crop up.
There are certain things that we can do to bend conditions to our advantage, such as taking vitamins to become strong or setting alarm to wake up. But we can’t hold the world still so that it won’t stir up another tsunami. And we can’t hold us from ending to respire.  One day or other we’ll die.
For you my friend Norbu, edited Photo uploaded on the wall of Rangjungpa Group was ambiguous to me once. I was convinced through comments and from other friends. And to my dismay you left this wonderful earth leaving behind your family and friends. I pray for to rest your soul in peace and hope we will meet in the afterlife.  Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer.

Om Mani Padmi Hung Hree

Thursday, October 25, 2012

For you'll Go to Heaven


Gone were the days of memories and regret. There are numerous days that I’ll count on my fingers to cast my mind back to joys and fun we had. All those abiding memories and hereupon your absence are imprinted on my mind. The tear that rolls down my cheek is sign and misery of your absence.  Such is the uncertainty and desolation of our life and it is now my endurance.

I remember the place where we first met. It was dusty and noisy yet surprising to see you through the haze of dust in the sun with cute smile on your chubby cheeks. And right away I followed you to your office and thank you for your syrupy cup of tea. I still feel ashamed to talk to you boldly and I can’t forget your simple complain for my quietness and reticent.
The petals that you touched are still beautiful and lively, the signs that you scribbled are still inscribed with no distortion, dews that were on the leaves are still fresh and sparkling in the rays of beautiful bulb behind the bench and the throne that you got pricked is still strong on the sturdy branch.

In the busy Zangdopelri compound of elderly circumambulating and chanting mani and youngster snapping the beautiful scene of fountain, at the side of compound, in the small canopy, I met you for the second time of your choice. Your angst on my touch on your back and cheeks and my tricks to check your temper was all my mischief for you. Sorry Tashi if you still mind for.
Late Tashi

You wanted to kick my ass for keeping in touch with your friend Pema and you assumed us. And I still have the guilt of compromising our relation. And I know you implicit that I cheated you and the belief is still carrying with you for you might not find the right path. And I pray for to forget all those mischief of mine and may you go straight to heaven. Go to the eternal place where we met for the second time and wait for your friends who will be soon coming and the day isn’t certain but be patient my dear.

The pain of your disease and the pain of my sickness to hear your voice was all that struggled a lot. The greatest pain was when you were unable to answer my call and I couldn’t hear your final voice. May be you thought it was worth not hearing my voice but for me it was worth anything and I didn’t anticipated you to leave this wonderful earth so soon.

I didn’t believe your friend Pema when she said you are no more in this world. How can I and how’ll I react to such threatening and thundering news? The moment I end our conversation I was totally numb. It was the moment of utmost regret and pain, the regret of not letting you to know the truth of my silence and mischief. Seemed knowingly I concealed my feelings. Alone in the corner of my room I tried to endure the pain and tried to smile myself with our memories but you always disturb me by your sweet grin on your chubby cheeks.

We have seen hundreds of butter lamps being lit in the small chamber beside Zangdopelri. Today I am going to that chamber to light for you to clear thy darkness and lead a way to heavenly abode. I will climb on top of the mountain and hoist prayer flags to call you and inform you to wait for me in the heaven. I am coming soon and let’s reunite in the afterlife!

 Om Mani Padmee Hung hre