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Saturday, October 19, 2019

The Heaven under My Nose.



Lighting Life Lovingly in Punakha 
I sat on an opening where
No tress, no bushes and no shrubs grew.
But, only a mighty, elegant stupa stood
Dressed in a cloud-white overcoat
And a blood-red belt ran in between
On which, in the midst, nests little Buddha
Its edges hooked
The network of vibgyor flags
Of divinity flattered
In the three realms
Like the perfect painting on a canvas
I, under its shelter
Contemplated the creation
And wondered,
Alas! What on earth
Has the “king of kings” innovated?
Far beyond the distance
From where I sat
Lay the sublime abode of Tsangkha,
The core point of Bhutan
Beautifully and apparently
Covered by the heavenly clouds
The road coiled like a snake
Like the work of an ant.
The God’s boon:
The birds, rivers and trees combined.
The birds chirped while rivers rumbled
And the trees clattered with the beat of drum,
Though apart from each other,
Created Pan’s music
Adding flavor to my sight
In admiring the view
This gave me the pleasure,
Piercing hard like a needle.
I escaped
Far beyond, very far, very far
From the mundane world
Hitherto, I was in the quest of true heaven
But then
The heaven was under my nose.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

The Trial of Godilocks_The Verdict



                 
CLERK [Takes a deep breath]

Review are viewed
Now, it is to be chewed
Of what taste it will come
To convict one to scum.

JUDGE: [He gives an owl look to the clerk]

What is there to chew?
If there is, let me too.

CLERK[Exasperated]

Your honor!
It has been an hour
Since morning, we are doing the case
That Godilcoks has in maze
.
JUDGEoh! Jerk.  No, I mean, clerk.
Then, let us embark.
Order, order, order in my room
The case shall resume.

DEFENSE LAWER [Eloquently he defends the convict]

My lord! My Lord! My Lord!
You heard the record.
Woe me and woe my client
For life is less in their complaint.


JURY [They nod their heads in agreement]

PROSECUTTOR [Bangs the table]

No! Not, my lord
He has less explored
Woe me, woe my bears
And Goldilocks, not to spare.
She did the bears the worst.
That made the baby bear burst.
Justice, Justice and justice
My lord! Justice.

JURY[They nod their heads in agreement]

JUDGE [summons Godilocks to take a stand]
Miss Godlilocks.

GODLILOCKS [weary and pathetic]
yes , your honor

JUDGEMiss, You are accused
Of you intently misused,
Three bears possession
Thus, you are liable for conviction.

GODLILOCKS[Defiant]

I admit I have done
But I did in the sun
How it is a crime?
I only rhyme.

JUDGE 
No, No. You are not child
The way you are wild
Now, let’s hear our first witness
To clear cut the fuss.

MAMABEAR [comes shrieking, drenched with tear]
Mercy me, Mercy me, Mercy me
My lord, we three.
My baby’s soup, chair and bed
All lay sadly spread
Poor me, poor my baby bear.
This isn’t anyway fare.

GODLILOCKS[Agitated, she shakes and shriek]

I…I came to wood
To seek mood
Then I came across cottage
Curious, I found courage
Surprisingly, the door was ajar
So I did think it bizarre.
In there, I found soup
So I drank and snoop.
There was a chair
Which was mane of mare.
Upstairs was a soft bed
In which I laid mad.
What wrong is this?
For other child too cannot miss.

JUDGE[he puts down the gavel hard]
Order! Order! And order.
We are now quite in a stir.

MAMABEAR [Exasperated]

The soups were hot
So we decided to tout.
My poor soup, I have made
Without seeing it bade.
Heart was my make
Sad was it to take.

JUDGE [He looks curiously at Mama Bear]
Hum! What was it like?
Will you make me alike?

MAMABEARit is wheat from a hill
That is beaten finely in a mill.
Quadrilateral cheese with spicy
That’s breathtaking fancy.
One slurp is elixir
That makes people seer.

JUDGE [Quickly, he stand up and says]
The court adjourns.

CLERK [Confused]
But, my lord!


JUDGE [he quickly sits back and puts his gavel down]
Order! Order! Order!
Now, I decide
Not to reside
To this case
Done are we with chase.
So, I pronounce the verdict
That shall be my edict.
Thus, Godilocks is guilty.
The court adjourns.

JURY [Shocked and agitated]
This is in anyways no good,
Leaving Godilocks so cold.
What are we here for,
If we are not to roar?
No justice, no fair
Thus, we shall not be a lair

JUDGE [Winks at Jury]
Off the sense you are
To have not known to care
 Of What I have said
“The MAMA BEAR’s Bread.”
I shall share half
With you, my calf

CLERK[wearily reminds the judge]
We are not in the shed, your honor
Do not get, my lord, so minor.

JUDGE [Bemused]
That is good of you
Order!  Order!  Order!

JURY [contented]
We shall be as our lord says
And there shall not be greys
Thus, we too declare
Of no one to snare
But to fill what is empty
So we decide, with almighty
That Godilocks is guilty.












Friday, March 22, 2019

Beyond Praise



Like a luminous light of lucid moon in the starry skies,
Evenly, your kindness pervaded phenomenally in the world.
Knitting the intricate pattern of pious deeds,
Elegance embarked in your lives, making Gods to
Yell and stand in a queue to see you.

King of kings from the upper realm
Hovered tirelessly to goggle at you, yet
Aspiration never died down. Thus, decided in
Nook to put up the canvas of you on the wall,
Delighted to see the gold- plated picture of yours,
Unanimously, they hymned the ditties of tribute.
Merrily they vowed to create a woman like you.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

What shall I become?


I say I am in science,
To my innocent parents.
But, in return they say
“What is science?”
What would I say,
Then to explain to them
That I shall become a doctor,
An engineer and an architect
They beam like a candle.
Shine like a diamond.
Swim like a golden fish.
But they do not know
That there are many
Who shall become a doctor,
An engineer and an architect.

                                                                They are happy that
                                                         Their son is studying in Punakha,
                                                       Punakha Higher Secondary school.
                                                                      When I was five,
                                                                 My teacher used to ask
                                                                “What is your ambition?”
                                                               I stood up, made my hands
                                                                        In circular shape
                                                              And then answered, “Doc-tor”
Now I am nineteen,
When the same question is asked,
I do not answer
Instead, I drop my head
And I become apple red.
For I now the volume of
Chemistry, biology and physics.

                                                                     Chemistry is a mystery.
                                                                     That has endless history.
                                                                    The Alchemist can convert
                                                                            Lead to gold.
                                                                    While I cannot even perfect
                                                                           Simple equations.
                                                                   Reproduction was ABC in ten
                                                                     Now in twelve, it’s the core.
                                                                   I considered everything in physics
                                                                      Now it has reached the extend
                                                               Whereby, I have to consider my self,
What shall I become?
A DOCTOR, AN ENGINEER OR
ARCHITECT.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Shade of love

I know what I be to you
But I do keep you close.
That smile as cold as snow
Does melt my soul.
I do not mend to care
Of what you look like
You be  Snow white
Or the Ugly duckling.
You still are phenomenal.
But, why is it that
I do not fall for you
While many are in queue.
I glare at you, eye to eye
Yet I am rigid to fall for You.
Or has my definition of you
Changed by the  words of others?
Should I change to be someone
Whom I am not to fall for You.
But, sadly, I am giving you up.
As I am looking up for someone
Who equals my strength of wisdom.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

A dirt of arrogance

Why should you be indifferent?
When all that world need
Is in you like a jewel.
You are a pretty flower
Whose beauty is beyond
The span of one's reach.
I know I be no height to you
Yet I feel, you be little low
For beauty is a splash of light.
And old age is not a choice.
So you be conscious
And live by the ethics
Like you as a beautiful maiden
Is expected to lead ahead.
I know I mean little to you.
But I am not fool to live in
What you call your fool paradise.
I am acting fool for I put others first.
And do not dare to misunderstand
My pure help for your made beauty.
I feel empathy on you for you feel
Your beauty can buy the world.
But, you need to think that
Whatever is before us
Is just the making of the mind.
Had it been in the different way,
I might have tormented the world in a night.
But, I am what I am, human.










Monday, June 1, 2015

The heaven under my Nose

 The Heaven under My Nose
I sat on an opening where
No tress, no bushes and no shrubs grew.
But only a mighty, elegant stupa stood
Dressed in a cloud-white overcoat
And a blood-red belt ran in between
On which, in the midst, nests little Buddha.
Its edges hooked
The network of vibgyor flags
Of divinity flattered
In the three realms
Like the perfect painting on a canvas
I, under its shelter
Contemplated the creation
And wondered,
Alas! What on earth
Has the “king of kings” innovated?
Far beyond the distance
From where I sat
Lay the sublime abode of Tsangkha,
The core point of Bhutan
Beautifully and apparently
Covered by the heavenly clouds
The road coiled like a snake
Like the work of an ant.
The God’s boon:
The birds, rivers and trees combined.
The birds chirped while rivers rumbled
And the trees clattered with the beat of drum,
Though apart from each other,
Created Pan’s music
Adding flavor to my sight
In admiring the view
This gave me the pleasure,
Piercing hard like a needle.
I escaped
Far beyond, very far, very far
From the mundane world.
Hitherto, I was in the quest of true heaven
But then
The heaven was under my nose.