Album Series IV

When I open my album after many years, I recall the emotions I experienced at that time. That was the first feeling I ever had for someone. I never knew the event would happen with me that day. It was uncertain and spontaneous. After a few days, I confirmed that I loved someone sincerely. A few months later, a nameless person was on my right, and we were finally in love. 

The start of Romance

The management felt the distributions of girls in sections were not uniform. I was in class 10C. I never knew who would join and leave my class. Few boys were adjusted to Section D, and few girls joined my class. Finally the class was set with a comparable number of boys and girls. 

Class romance is usually a disastrous idea. I couldn’t control my feelings that time. The moment of her entrance, her short hair beautifully cut, a few books in her hand, and her shy demeanor captured my heart. The beam of her beautiful, humble face distracts my attention in the class, yet I wasn’t overwhelmed with the feelings. 

Since then it has been an affliction of my brain. But my priority was only studying, and whenever I got spare time, I thought of her and enjoyed her moves during social work. Intervals were my best time to fascinate her and think further. It was tough talking to friends about her. Finally, a good friend helped me learn her name and background. 

Image from Google~ pardon me!

Her name was K… W… she was from the northern part of Tashigang, yet not far north. At the very end I knew everything about her. 

Finally, it was time for me to let her know. To propose to a girl face-to-face, carrying loads of feeling, is simply a thought. Never in real life could I face it. The commonest and best was to write a sweet epistle and send it to a friend covertly. 

Finally, I did write a few sentences in a letter. The only content I remember is my remark to reply soon. A week went by waiting for a reply. One fine Saturday night, it was a moment of joy. I got her reply, and we were united. She loved me, and I loved her. Our hearts were manacled. She was my first love. 

Within a few weeks, it was time for departure. I could not believe it. But I had to face the reality. She was far away from me; however, she felt so close when I read her committed letters. Reminiscing about her was my obligation. 

Losing one's first love was a painful experience. I was astray by the loss of my love. I am pleased to be her friend, and she is the mother of a child.

Time apprise feelings,

Eternal love shalt prevail. 

The O My...

Flying away far and beyond the boundary of my heart,
Singing the rhythmic song in ecstasy;
O my bird, my bird, pleasure frees to roam around.
Wafting the decorated wings in the air of yours,
Blowing thy gentle mesmerism
O my bird, my bird.

Toddling to and fro beyond the boundary of your domicile
Chuckling the inner essence of yours
O my baby, my baby, innocent rules to learn more.
Showing the innocent smiles over again and over
Craving thy little heart
O my baby, my baby.

Together with same kind is great enjoyment passing well...

Calling far and yet beyond the boundary of thine solitary,
Thinking the aroma of intimacy
O my darling, my sweetheart, thine missing is my dying.
In those wanton  pictures among those sandalwood,
It is pastime passing excellent
O my babe, my darling.

O friend, my friend
Laughing happy is good time together,
Crying together is hard time passing hard wherever
O friend, my friend
Far and away yet in the inner core of my heart
Breathe beyond the limit of essence embedded in you and me. 

Come hither, young girl

In her eyes of enjoyment, I see thousand rays of smile;
Only you in this town, I see love fill in your smile;
One that is all mix with zephyr, thousand wafts with thy aroma.

Thousands of love, in that wall of division,

Only you are standing, alone with mission;

One that is mix with gentleness, thousands follows thy way.

 

Bounty beauty in little baby girl! (photo from google)

 

Alone with thee, with thy shape of marvelous,

In those eyes of joy, dwelling you and countless,

I get dissolve in love, the love of transform.

Still along on your journey, wafting like the feather;

Think about me; Think about my time with you,

Still I hold the breadth, the breadth of your hither.

 

Come hither! (photo from google)

 

 

 

Galloping sound of your coming, my heart throbs to hear;

Thy face shines far, yet covering the large arena;

Thee in that power may your love flourish, come hither, young girl.

The Circle and Aroma of Romance and Hatred

The word attachment is legendary for the kids to their parents and to whom they receive utmost care. The nature of treating someone, intact the nature to particular person in which they are treated and thus the tendency to love and hate develop. The moon and the sun are legendary to all beings on the earth and so are the word love and hate has triumph in partial.

Emotions are inborn. We have the tendency in which when we think someone is criticizing, ignoring or depriving us of some gain or anything else then we develop corresponding emotions. The case in which a girl smile to boy or vice versa whenever they meet and when he/she growl, we lost in our thoughts of adoring and angst. And the circle and aroma of romance and hatred gears around. 

Love is love and the method of expressing and the practice is different. And that is why we have the mode of saying different love. The love to your parents and love to your girlfriend or boyfriend is different. We can’t have the same love to our parents like that we have loved our partner. We romance with our partner we just love our parents for what they have done which nothing can equal their deeds to us. We can quit partner but not parents. And the circle and aroma of having dear parents, lucky loving partner gears around in an arena of life. 

The cause and conditions of fashion continuously change and so the description of beauty- beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. Yesterday I have seen a girl with full Kira. Today I am seeing the same girl with half Kira. And I anticipate tomorrow I shall see her in pants and shirts. I can’t think to project myself to how we are slowly moving to the stone age of nakedness. Description of beauty changes with time. We were once a naked ape. We have developed the habit of dressing and shame for the nakedness. Slowly we have learned to cover our body with beautiful dress. And that we called the culture and tradition of dressing. The circle and aroma of dressing style to nakedness and ape gears around in the society of modernity. 

Heaven of Happiness

From the heaven of thy presence I can hear the shower of blessings coming in. I am not your fan. I am not your brain. I am not your enemy. I am the one that’ll stand all alone for the defense of your state. 

No one will try to destroy your stature. No one will say untrue about you. No one will be allowed to murmur nonsense about you. 

In the aroma of your walk to and fro, I see the little flowers happy and adorn with morning dews and freshness of morning scent. The roses say hi. The daffodils say hello. The sunflowers say, this way. And I say; you may. Thus your journey to your destiny – office is wonderful. 

I am not a banana. I am not apple. I am not peach. I am not chili. I will not be victim of monkey. I will not be victim of Einstein. I will not be victim of Bhutanese Ama datse lovers. I am just the seed inside that wherever it is thrown away; I will try for to erupt from somewhere again and show my budding talent to the world. 

I am not Gasa Lamai Singye. You are not Changyuel Bumo Galam. We are not who they were. You won’t die for me. I won’t die for you. If you die I won’t jump in the fire of your funeral. I will try to endure the pain in silence. 

You won’t deny me. I won’t be alone. You won’t reject me. I won’t be sad. You will not say bye. I will not say take care instead I will utter, see you soon. Feelings will be high. I won’t sigh. You won’t bias our feelings for you are angel on earth. 

I don’t have Mercedes. I don’t have big bungalows. I don’t have bullock carts. I don’t have horse too. I have an old honest elephant. We will go for slow and steady ride in the middle of the thick jungle of loneliness. You will not lead. You will not be afraid. I will not lead the way either. I will let to lead the way. He is an honest brother for me. Trust me that we are cared by him in this thick jungle. 

You say I am selfish. You say I don’t know the tactic to bait fish. You were afraid when I show you the long big fish hooked and you screamed and hugged me for help. How lucky you are for you didn’t slip away from the slippery sea stones. You are so cute in your smile. You struggled to fight my strength like a fish but you failed and I can’t forget your angst still. 

My arms aren’t warm. My bed isn’t comfy. My home isn’t well furnished. I am not well-off. You aren’t choosy. You aren’t moody. I am happy with you. You are happy with me. We are happy together. Look their! Our kids are happily playing in the sand. 

“Come in lets have dinner. It is getting late”, I said. You came with little son like me in your right hand and little daughter like you in your left hand. You are a good mother. And we are happy family together.

The Rose

I didn’t go out to see what the nature and surrounding is like. For three days I was doing nothing inside a room except that I read a book authored by Indian youth from West Bengal. But one day I heard a sound. It was nothing but a sound of showering. It was the rain at Lumang. I was at Lumang Gewog for about a week during my summer break. 

Slowly dragging myself from the comfy bed I went out. Wow! It was cool and fresh. The nature was crying for the benefit of locality and indirectly shed tears for me to encounter the beautiful rose behind the building. 

Carefully with tight and fearing tension on the slippery veranda, I went behind the building. Beautiful red rose captured my attention completely the moment I turned myself to adjust from the slippery mossy concrete veranda. 

Wow! I yearned. It was so beautiful. It was dancing to the rhythm and the weight of little rain drops that falls on it. It was completely drenched in the aroma of fresh dews formed by the loving rain. The petals were so young. The leaves were exceptionally green. The stem was sturdy with the thrown still angry for the supposed protection that is accountable for if the roses are attacked by outsiders. 

It was lucky. There were no lovers around in the vicinity. If there was, it is the curse on every rose to endure. Rose is use as a symbol of our heart and deep colour of love between the partners. 

Day after days I was observing the status of the beautiful rose. It was so fresh and jovial when I saw for the first time. It was mesmerizing. Time passed by with intermittent rainfall and sun light. It was so beautiful and it has the power in itself to move the human to feel love. But it is sad that with time its beauty fades away. The petals lose its rigid position. It started getting apart. The colour fades away. And finally the beautiful poor petals fall on the ground. 

The stems and the leaves are still young and sturdy. They have hope. They can bloom until someone plucks it and give to someone depriving it of beautifying the nature. It is indeed great for human to accept that the real beauty is always with nature. And hope nature with rose and human with rosy heart will fill the earth for our times and future generations.

࿉ Love is strong yet delicate

Today on this auspicious day I want to share the very basic of how you should love and how you have be dedicated to one that you love. Love is strong yet delicate. It can be broken. To truly love is to understand this. To be in love is to respect this. Point me not that I am love Guru. I am not!

It’s hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does. The best and most beautiful things in the world can’t be seen, or touched, but are felt in the heart. 

Love is like sunshine. It brings a golden glow to its beholder’s face. And a warm feeling all over their body.

It awakens souls and opens eyes. And when it’s over, it leaves billions of small memories called stars. To remind the world, that it still exists.

When you love someone, it’s something. When someone loves you, it’s another thing. When you love the person who loves you back, it’s everything.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and to be loved in return.
Love is like the wind you can see it but you can’t feel it.
A love that is denied only goes stronger.

Love people, use things. Don’t use people, don’t love things.

Don’t fall in love with someone you can live with, fall in love with someone you can’t live without.

Love isn’t finding the perfect person; it is finding the imperfect person and seeing how they are perfect.

If you love someone put their name in a circle not a heart because hearts can break but circles go on forever.

It will be always wonder when you are in love. Two people in love, separate from the world. And yet special every seconds of your life.