The perky pigeons pecked and played a pair
Perched on a crispy cable before the night;
The traffic, and its rustle-bustle was in the air
As the streetlight beamed into twilight!
I watched the sky, and the moon was still there
Racing against many patches of cloud;
I watched the stars; the formations were there
No change after all these years, I said it aloud!
Everything that I saw before was...
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Insomniac
It's late, past midnight, by the way
And too early to begin another day!
I take a deepest yawn
While waiting for a morning to dawn!
It’s too late to turn to a sweet deep sleep
And too early for a journey long and steep!
Time seems to be stagnant and immobile
And the night ahead seems a long, long mile!
I can't roll back to an evening previous
The time gone awry isn’t as precious;
Nor even to the...
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Why not round?
Why round? This question at times raises eyebrows
But relax! Life has its own highs and lows!
Well, there stand a few rounds here and there
And the thought process, too, has a share!
A round and a curve are aspects of divinity to symbolize,
A cut-off-the-corners moulded-square in shape and size,
Eye-path...
Thursday, November 19, 2020
To Goddess Saraswati
Dear Goddess Saraswati,
Your lamp, as I see, keeps on burning
While the pages of education keep turning;
Your wishes to surprise us do not misfire
And we rise higher as your many names inspire;
The world is learning through the lessons that have been learned,
And it's regaining its soulful merits...
Friday, November 6, 2020
Another Day Is Gone...
Another day is gone,
Nothing much is done;
I look back at how the day was spent,
Life is shortened; seems normal to repent!
Another day toiled, a day to be forgotten,
A day spent, never again in life it will ever be gotten!
I sit back and think about the life that is shortened
A day that was in my hands...
Saturday, September 26, 2020
A Traffic Tour
Enacting signals with gloves in hands
A traffic-man in white and blue stands;
A temple-like canopy and a face furious,
Pedestrians are rampant, tourists curious!
No lights of red, green or orange blink
While lines of cars slug to disperse and delink;
The traffic congests before it finally flows,
Tourists...
Thursday, September 24, 2020
My Ceiling Fan
Autumn is still around for the fan to stop spin,
The blades are on their jobs though made of tin;
Up on the ceiling, and on and on at its best
Blowing the hot air cool without any rest!
Sweats do dry up, the body re-energizes,
Scorn of heat is gone: a fan simply surprises!
Puffs of air travel...
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
A Receptionist
I attend the calls, papers and files,
Jot down the notes with all the smiles;
I am a receptionist: polite and kind
I carry out my duties with a happy mind!
A stranger walks in and I do still smile,
I am ever ready to move that short mile!
A welcome that is truly heart warming
A moment that’s...
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Blessed Rainy Day 2020
Drench us to the soul with the purifier rain
Grant the peace that has eluded time and again!
Rejoice the tummies, care not the bills,
Fully fill us with faith till happiness spills!
Voices of togetherness, showers of laughter,
Sins to be cleaned to begin life’s new chapter!
We rotate the mani,...
Monday, September 21, 2020
Sunflower and other poems
Name of the Book: Sunflower and other poemsCategory: PoetryPublished in: 2019No. of Pages: 70ISBN: 9789998090309Price: BTN 550Cover: Hard with jacketAvailable at PHDS Books and Stationeries, Gelephu, Bhutan Email: phdsbooks@gmail.comBook Overview:
The book contains 49 poems in total including...
Saturday, September 12, 2020
Snow romantic
It is snowfall, oh dear:
Thimphu city's carnival is with icy throws!
When the rays of the Sun hit far and near
We shall pour outdoors with spontaneous flows!
You may sink in the depth of snow
While laughter shall rule my heart to its best!
Loaded branches to the ground do bow
And the flakes shall...
Friday, September 11, 2020
A Cup of Tea
It is tea time for fifteen minutes close
Cubes of sugar and a bag of tea provide the dose;
Mixed and contained in a cup of boiled water
In the midst of busiest hours with services to cater!
It is tea time for the mind that is tired or stagnant
A sudden longing, and too compelling at that instant!
It...
Back to my village
Back in my village:
A cute little calf is calling me moo!
She shares her mom's milk with me too!
The cow-calf duo gets the best of feeds
And they are a source of manure for the seeds;
Organic is our choice as we mind what we eat,
It's quite a feat in the village with local treats and moods...
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Buddha, Our Light: A Short Tribute
The swan fell down, wings painfully flip-flapping,
Blood oozing over the feathers; the bird, for breath, was gasping!
It lay writhing and in agony due to the force of an arrow
While the escape from the hunter was miraculously narrow!
The kind prince removed the shaft,
Nursed the wound like an...
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Lockdown
Lockdown-Day 1
A lockdown was enforced while I was still on the bed
Thoughts of not getting to work rolled my head!
Nonetheless, I got up to see far and wide
From a third floor balcony at my side!
A policeman was on his job on the road below,
De-suups manned junctions as colours of orange...
Monday, September 7, 2020
Excerpts: Tsendenshing and other poems
Tsendenshing
Cupressus torolusa, the Bhutanese cypress, makes us proud
As we sing of Druk tsenden in our national anthem aloud;
It is part of many aspects of our lives
And in the dragon kingdom, in harder conditions, it thrives!
At special sacred spots, the trees are giants from walking...
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Build Bhutan Project
How I wish to be in control: length,
breadth and height
till I am beautiful, in and out, in colours and light!
And, I need to put on more cement and sand
as I must, on my own, faithfully stand
while the bamboo supports crumble down
with decayed jute knots of grey and brown!
On a journey-...
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Coronavirus and I
My fate is crushed with your rise,
My school has closed to my surprise!
No teacher, no swing, no slide;
Each space is wide, each normal set aside!
Against the wall is hung my bag
Scattered are the books on the rag;
My new dress is in my mom's care
My shoes too are lying bare!
Nursery rhymes...
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