ལྷག་གནང་མི་ལུ་བཀྲིན་ལེགས་སོ་ཡོད།།

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Showing posts with label Environment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Environment. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

རྩོམ་རྗོད་ཚིག་བདུན་མ། - ༣

ནགས་ཚལ་སྒོ་ཁམས་ཡངས་པའི་ནང་།

དགུན་དུས་འཆར་ཆུ་གཞན་མ་འཚུངས།

ས་སྨུག་སྤུབ་པ་གནག་དུང་ནང་།

ཉིན་མའི་འོད་ཟེར་མཐོང་བ་མེད།

ཡོམ་ཡོམ་རླུང་མ་འཕུ་ནི་མེད།

བྱ་དང་བྱིའུ་ཅུང་སྐད་ཡང་མེད།

མེད་གསུམ་འཛོམ་ས་རྟེན་འབྲེལ་ངན།

 

ནགས་ཚལ།


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Friday, September 11, 2020

རྩོམ་རྗོད་ཚིག་བདུན་མ། - ༡

ཡིག་ཚང་ཕྱི་ཁ་འཐེན་ཚེ།

མཛེས་པའི་ཁམ་ཤིང་སྟེང་དུ།

རྡོག་མ་བཏགས་ཏེ་ཚོ་ནུག།

ཟ་འདེད་བསྐྱེད་བའི་བསམ་བློ།

གཏང་སྟེ་བཟའ་བ་ཞིམ་སྦེ།

ཡིག་ཚང་དབངཔོ་ངལ་སི་སི།

ཤིང་གི་གནམ་དུ་རླུང་སི་སི།

 

ཁམ་ཤིང་རྡོག་མ།

 

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

The Moon

It is my privilege to work for the people in a little-known village called Nimshong at Upper Kheng, where my project office is based. More privilege: I am getting to know numerous new people and new places under my jurisdiction. Places are beautiful. People are awesome, and learning Khengkha (local dialect) is fun. Sitting with old people and knowing the new culture and tradition is an even greater source of pride.

On a reclining seat through a bumpy road and thick jungle, a grumble in my mind of the journey. The journey for site visits is tiring, yet it is jovial in the wild to see the beauty of diverse wildlife. I have to travel day and night occasionally. More or less I have become a rover. Least, I get to stay idle in the office relaxing with paperwork. At the end of the day I am happier to know that I am balanced with office work and site work. This is what my life should be. Yes, definitely!


That day was fine. It was my time to complete paperwork. After office hours, I went for a walk on a dusty road. Singing with the evening dawn chorus of little birds and seeing the preparatory dance for their evening time was wonderful alone. By the time I remembered to return, it was already dusk. Oh! Remember, I was dating those little birds.


I came back. The light from above was on. I stared up. There was a full moon glowing fresh. The beauty in it captured my mind to focus my lens. Though it hides under the blanket of cloud, the real inner beauty is seen illuminating. The moon is beautiful with lovable activism. I miss my angel then.

I had to quicken my pace in between. It was dark. Back home alone again, waiting for the next day and routine to follow up. 


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Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Punch

The effect won’t be like the gust of wind instead gusting to its maximum power will bring down like the effect of tsunami.


Probably it weighs equivalent to 5 kilogram when it will hit on you. Be cautious for you don’t know when it would possibly play. The effect won’t be like the gust of wind instead gusting to its maximum power will bring down like the effect of tsunami. 

What is the probability of a potted plant if you water it with bucket of water? Will not the water flood away the soil in the pot? Or will the pot itself topple down? 

Everything was beautiful in its own way. Now everything is beautiful on someone’s wish and act. The serenity itself in you inspires and the severity of someone’s act deprives to inspire more. High on the hills and down on the bank I found the right place and play to dance with sweet fragrance of you. The way you wind is beautiful to quench the thirst of million depending on you. They bother the beauty of your old age, white colored snow hair, and make you young. 
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The season hasn’t changed. The natures haven’t changed. Now the Cruelty and the greed, the people have changed. Guru Rinpochhe’s prophesy shows its strictness. The beautiful decorated slopes are shaved to barren. Every now and then gigantic tree get topple down. The very surroundings get decorated with all sorts of unwanted wrappers. People forget and treat you for the chances. Never will they appreciate you when they are lively dwelling on you. It is now your definite misery.

But yesterday was little past that ever I expected. Today is present that I am dwelling on you. Tomorrow will be my future that I will behold and play on you. No tenses shall let me forget to consider you and take care. 

When people realize your importance they will be too late. They will build retaining wall to protect the road. They will start reforestation that will be less successful. They’ll start the so called mitigation. They will use technologies to shun your punch yet the severe and heavier your punch will be and the misery will crop in. It will probably weigh equivalent to 5 kilogram when it will hit on them. Be cautious for you don’t know when it would probably play. The effect won’t be like the gust of wind instead gusting to its maximum power will bring down like the effect of tsunami.