Saturday, 30 March 2019

SUFFERING OF OLD AGE


There isn’t true value in this life,
Yet unable to grasp anything one undergoes pain of aging,
Strength and force of body dwindles all,
Once sweet dishes does not please anymore,
Tiny and far objects do not cooperate with sight,
Potential to hear clearly dwindles down,
Dwindling naturalness of tongue derecognizes taste,
Words are weaned from being spoken clearly,
Dwindling vitality of mind invites absent mindedness and sleepiness,
Fallen teeth condemns at hard edibles,
Words and speech uttered lacks clear pronunciation.
Lessened warmth in body rejects thin clothes,
Propping capacity lessens and one can’t withstand heavy,
Pleasure of all senses can’t be utilized despite wishes,
Dwindled vigor of air and nerves in body makes one impatient,
Teases and backbites of others cause sadness and worries,
As five elements in body experience imbalance,
Illness and harm come uninvited from various angles,
Moving, walking, sitting and rising up becomes hard,
And one turns lethargic to such activities,
Rising up is only after propping of two hands,
Head, heavy is made to bend and body needs stick to move,
Walk thus is as slow as cat slyly catching its prey,
Spoilt joints makes sitting down as fallen stone/earth,
Meat and muscles diminishing makes wrinkles visible,
Blood and meat diminishing makes bones of chin and head protrude,
Like a dump intelligence and clarity of mind dwindle,
One’s emotion and mind becomes shaky.
Abnormal tongue fills stomach soon and makes us fed up of taste,
Body becomes too heavy and there is no comfort in any direction,
One lands up not being able to rise up from bed,
External signs vivid saddens and worries internal mind,
Hue and beauty of face disappears and wrinkle is prize,
Whoever nags or teases, whatever disgusting one perceives,
One simply can’t rise up to avoid or do away with such,
Thus one is made to appear, by default, as a realized master (patient, etc).
Since pain of old age is so deep one wishes for death,
Yet in reality one feels so terrified of approaching death.
There it is as if hell’s torture took form on this earth.

Friday, 29 March 2019

WHY ACT CRAZY?


This mind is habituated to staying occupied,
To break that chain is unbearable,
It pains and it feels bored,
Are pains owing to waste of irreversible time lost?
But does meaningful time pause as it is counted?
Staying ideal within idle is tough,
That "sth is absent" feeling kills us little each day,
What more is left than move on?
How did we manage this far?
Yet why same habituated pain seem afresh each time we feel?
Paradoxically in pain we prefer time given to ourselves, quiet.
This pain talk seems overrated,
Yet how can we ignore when it affects us the most?


LOSING DRAMA COMPETITION

Where has reward gone?
How do we heal mark left?
Who can pay opportunity cost?
Who would make up weight loss?
Who would pay debt in many senses?
Who would taste and wipe tears of coordinators?
The author still feels drama isn't over,
If it did where has our success vanished?
Perhaps, he is reminded that,
Past is as good as nonexistence,
Author is down but he can move on,
How do I lift others mood?
Who struggled to see day against their wishes?

FAMILARITY

Familiarity had me delighted,
Lie it is if exception escapes,
Each of ours difficulties and conditions,
Acting as switch for mood,
Yet confidence born out of familiarity,
Always switch on our mind to active mood,
Especially in times of situation that is made up of unknown and mystery.

LEAVING THIMPHU

The poem written in 2017 when I had to leave back to college. I have had a privilege to attain "Mountain Echoes." No matter how idle, boring, harsh and difficult moments were, the departure never fail to overwhelm our tender and emotional heart. Thoughts of sadness crept inside my head in vehicle. Most journey and travel had a treat for my idle mind to evoke some poetic thoughts or retrospect on aspects of life and what not. 

"Thimphu"? I am going my way back,
If only you can halt running time i stay,
If this earth and cosmos has period of end,
Why must I cry to leave?
What do I do with hope of sun shining each morning after set?
No, no do not cry for I am strong,
And you can do better without me or anybody else,
My future says work here in future,
Yet is it a place or an environment around that keeps you attached to place?
I shall have answer as wishes turn into reality.
I shall see you again, Thimphu.

MIRROR AND SELFIE

Selfie and mirror battles over which of two leads to illusion,
Both has grey areas to total pros and cons,
"Nothing gold can stay" pacifying and doing justice to battle,
Reality line "clicking just before a shave" belittling the issue.

DRAMA DISSOLVED

Drama ended,
Burden expelled,
Hapiness ensued,
Mistakes visible,
Life opened for thoughts and feelings,
There is nothing really left to hold but only empty fist made up of closed eyes, regulated and paused breath and forcing emotions and breath,
When feelings used nothing but pain remained contributing humidity on the earth,
Wish life just lives on as much as drama.

IRON SUN

Appreciation he without condition render,
To Mr./Mrs. sun for making his eyes function
Its quality of standing detached and in solitude,
Terribly affected soul envy and praise the most.

ངེ་རྫམ་སྟོང་མའི་གཏམ།

ཡིད་དབང་པོ་ཁྲུག་པའི་དུས་སུ།།སེམས་གང་མནོ་ཕྱིར་སྟོན་འདོད་འཕེལ།།བག་མེད་སེམས་ལ་འཕྱར་ཁ་གཏང་།།ནང་སྣོད་སྐྱོན་ཞུགས་བསམ་ཕྱིར་ཤོར།།རིག་པས་སྤྱོད་ན་མི་ཀུན་གྱི།།མནོ་ལུགས་ངོ་ཚབ་ངའི་གཏམ་བྱེད།།ནང་སྦ་གསང་མེད་པའི་སྒོ་ནས།།བཤད་མཁན་ཉུང་ཀུ་མཆིས་ན།། འབད་བརྩོན་དགའ་བ་མ་ཡིན་ནམ།།
ཀུན་མ་བཟུང་དངས་གསལ་ཕིར་འཆད་པ།།་རྫམ་སྟང་འདི་དང་ཁྱད་ཅི་ཡོད།།སྣོད་སྟོང་ཅ་ཅོ་ཆེ་བ་ནས།།བདག་མ་བཤད་བྱ་ཐབས་བྲལ་ལོ།།

རང་བཞིན་སྦྱིན་པ་པོ།

སྔོ་ལྗང་ལྡན་པའི་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་ངོ་རིས་ཀྱིས།།སྐྱེ་བོ་ཉམས་ཆུང་མི་ལ་མི་ཚེ་སྦྱིན།།འགོར་ཏེ་འཐེན་པའི་ཐང་ཆད་བདག་གིས་དབུགས།།ཞི་གནས་མི་ངོམས་ཁྱོད་མཛེས་ཆས་སེམས་བཅོས།།

WHEN LIGHT WENT OFF

Daylight becomes lesser of it,
Light quintessence in dark deprived is darkness of both kind magnified hundred thousand times,
Light I (we) need you here,
Let fear not replace confidence your absence rendered,
I love and miss you much and much more

HOPING AGAINST HOPE IN WRITING

Less of strength I am left with,
To jot down my genuine thinking and imagination.
Vast is my thought than my words/language can express,
No text must match my write up,
No research I do is drawback that I won't improve,
Thinking and analysis give meaning greater than plain glance,
Let my expression touch poetic flavour.
For life is half death without expressing.
Hope I don't turn into disasterous artist.

If I SEE NO AUTSHO , I WILL

A place that half constructed me,
So comfortable and confident to me,
I ignored as sun in hot sunmer,
Score and more their town was mine,
Easily words slip of the tongue,
Yet nervous I was made when details dug,
I belong and speak what adaptation offered,
Identity I ignored almost lost,
Yet identity newly acquired I cherish,
When I shall live there as so far,
I shall reminisce place I had lived,
Old gives confidence,
Yet new must I adopt and adapt to,
To it I must believe it shall render exihilaration,
Time will seem long for sure,
Yet freedom I or we might cherish,
Our basic wealth, labor shall remain unsold,
I shall breathe as they will,
Yet uncertainty of future is anticipated,
Past would be tough to discard,
Words would fall short and poetry shortest of genre,
Will turn into long,
My sentiments shall live in alphabet,
Or merely decay within bounds of brains/heart,
But later it shall and I end this to wait.

HAIKU on MY DARKNESS


When darker I grow,
Least bother you would to know,
Do I change the world?

མི་དབང་འབྲུག་རྒྱལ་ལྔ་པའི་འཁྲུངས་དཀར་དུས་ཆེན།

མཛད་པ་སོམས་ན་བསམ་གྱི་མ་ཁྱབ་མཛད།།
སྐུ་ནི་མཛེས་པ་འགྲེལ་པའི་ཐ་སྙད་འབྲལ།།
གསུངས་ཡིད་དང་ནི་ཡོན་ཏན་ཞུ་ཅི་དགོས།།
རྒྱལ་ཁབ་བདེ་སྐྱིད་བཀོད་པ་ཡ་མཚན་ཆེ།།
རྩ་ཅན་ཉིནམ་འདིར་སྤྲང་པོ་བདག་གི་སྨོན།།
མི་དབང་སྐུ་གསུངས་ཐུགས་དང་ཡོན་ཏན་དང་།།
འཕྲིན་ལས་སངས་རྒྱས་རྣམས་དང་མཚུངས་པར་ཤོག།།
བར་ཆད་གདོན་བགེགས་ཅི་ཡིས་མ་འཚེ་བར།།
གདུང་རྒྱུད་ཉམས་རྒྱུ་མེད་ཅིང་དར་བར་ཤོག།།
སྐལ་བརྒྱར་ཞབས་པད་བརྟན་པའི་སྨོན་ལམ་ཞུ།།

ZANG DOK PELRI DRUPCHEN MELTS AS SNOW

Drupchen at Zangdogpelri, Kanglung ended and I am happy to have contributed in it in small ways yet I am still unsure if I have prayed it perfectly since wisdom from ignorance and illusion ladden mind bearing creature like me is as torch trying to light up the whole area or worlds. Being still a wanderer in samsara I doubt of my capability to light darkness, ignorance and illusion of infinite creature of six realms who had once been my parents yet I am confident of prayers, wishes, deeds and dedication of preserver of religion, lamas, monks and bodhisattvas. Prayers devoid of doubt has potential to germinate fruit of the seed of wishes. Let all of us, one day free from this pain of samsara. Contented with successful end yet mind of untamed me felt like something is deprived or missing. Inertia and hangover is sickening. Had there been bold thread of detached mind, I could have surely used. Where do I find or make this thread? Let us find it and let our small dedication and participation in drupchen, absolute participation done by lam Neten and monks and same such meritorious acts performed by all bear fruit and let this fruit/merit be dedicated to all the sentient beings in finding the thread. Let boddhisattva mind be born in those who have not have so far and to those who have and will have, let it grow till infinity. Let my emotion rest in peace.

Yes, I do travel and breathe air outside,
Humans love and aspire same comfort,
Discomforts are ignorance,
It is due to clinging to "I",
Practical world is tougher than I think.
Red robes shows us way beautifully,
Song of flapping of prayer flags inspires us,
Yet mind does more than that,
But together all uplifts us.

ཕྲག་དོག་སྤང་བར་ཤོག།

གཞན་གྱི་བྱེད་པ་བདག་གི་མིན།།སྙིང་ནས་བྱེད་ན་བདག་གཞན་མེད།།གལ་ཏེ་ཕྲག་དོག་འདྲེས་འགྱུར་ན།།དགེ་བ་དགེ་བའི་ཆ་མེན་ནོ།། དེ་ཕྱིར་འགྱུར་བ་གཏིང་ནས་བརྩོན་པར་བྱ།། གལ་ཏེ་བདག་ཀྱང་འཛོལ་འགྱུར་ན།།མ་རིག་དེ་ཡིས་དབང་ཡིན་ནོ།།ཀུན་གྱི་མ་རིག་གསལ་བར་ཤོག།།

ལས་བསྒོམ་པར་བྱའོ།

ད་ལྟའི་ལུས་ལ་བལྟས་ན་སྔ་མ་ཡིད་ཞིག་ཆེ།།ཆོས་ཉུང་ཤེས་ལུགས་བལྟས་ན་འཁོར་བ་ལུས་པར་མངོན།།བྱེད་པ་རྒྱུ་མཐུན་བལྟས་ནས་སེམས་པ་གདིང་ནས་སྐྱོ།།ཡིན་ཡང་འགྱུར་བའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་བཟང་ཕྱོགས་བསམ་པའི་ཚེ།།དགའ་བ་ཅུང་ཟད་མཐོང་ཡང་རྟག་པ་མེད་པར་སྐྱོ།།

WHAT IS PERMANENCE?

If I can't buy salt,
You surely can grant me alms,
World has pain of change.

ROYAL WIND BY HASTY ODINARY THINKER


In hot or wind missed area,
The visit of magnanimous wind,
Have a plant given back its life,
Struggle it endeavour with single element absent, that wind,
It enlivened amlost dead and let itself feel strong,
Yet it blew for short and left away,
Never did it look back,
A plant droped again but hope remained with its head held high,
A hope to see that wait turn to a reality,
A whisper and existence of it promised to come again in future,
It will come stronger and bigger in size,
Unlike this encounter which was by chance than a plan.
May this wind, immortal blow for long,
Let its spirit undyingly live in many other forms,
Happy ride! the perfect Royal wind.

ALL IS PAIN

How do I falsify irrefutable truth, "All perceptions/feelings are pain". Even the change of mind to no-feelings (neither happy nor sad) for a moment has a pain. Mind when blank pays price and emotion strike too does not come in full leaving this mind in distrated no-feeling state. Body stresses ulimately. Hence either happy or sad in pure state is best or else my balanced state was not balanced at all.

PURSUIT OF TASTE IN UNFATHOMABLE LIFE

I resemble season if I should,
But the treason is the last I might do,
Stages of human is no different to me,
Human's mind change must resemble me,
Once not a blind must inspire me,
No longer secretary would I be next year,
My hair length too will turn different,
Less poetic alteration of me is evidence,
Really "nothing gold can stay",
All are immune free from change,
No vaccination can be availed,
As vaccine free of change is illusion,
Should yesterday's vaccine be today's?
Yesterday is gone and tommorow is far,
Human's adaptation is incredible gift a god bestowed,
"What?" Sorry! I meant it's never bestowed by god,
It is born out of cause.
Cry? I will hate even if i see it in dreams,
Afterall I am a man changed from child,
Nothing really can be said in life,
But I must move on,
"Time changes everything",
Verse shall not end if I don't do it.

HYMN TO ALMIGHTY IN MY SICKNESS

So magnanimous thou appear,
Never closing thy eyes to me,
I see thee everyday thanks to the artist,
Thou never stop blessing those in samsara,
The pain that I go through,
Is more happy than troubling,
Hands of clock turns 8:00 a.m just once,
If it touches the same next ask date,
If it strikes exact, I 've no reason to be happier.
Bacterial attack on me is owing to causes,
It passes and it would bow down to my immunity again,
Happier, thus, is to pass the stage,
Causes (past or present) absent is wish of all,
World in samsara is not all wish fulfilling factory.
Thank you beyond earth and sun for the strength.

Strength I got is from thy deeds,
Thy work tireless as a Boddhisatvas,
How painful thou too would have been once,
Passing the stages of pain of samsara,
Thus, despite enlightenment thou still works for us,
Thou chose to help those in pain than selfish eternally blissful life.
I salute to thy deeds,
I am happy for thou helps us with the power,
Power that is born out of struggle and altruistic mind,
So whereever thou and thy manifestation lives,
Let their prayers be fulfilled fueled by my own prayers,
Boddhisatva mind, to whom it is not born,
Let it born and let it live and improve undestructible forever,
To Manjushri, I prostrate with pure body, speech and mind.
Let us all have intransient bliss forever after emptying samsaric world.

PARENTS ARE NOT STONE

How even I realized very less,
We are so busy to the point of irreversible,
Nor could we be good other than them.

SLEEPY HOURS

This mind goes not far and out,
It sinks and dies inside,
Concentration is road to sinking,
Plentiful and early sleep is as inertia,
It keeps on coming,
On bed, in room, in class and everywhere,
I am helpless but sleepy these days,
As if I had tranquliser sleeping tablet,
Backache and restless feelings are one of causes,
I let the days pass simply,
You have no reason to come in my idle state,
I tired not my mind for I let work remain far,
More I give it chance more it comes,
Lilltle brother of death, please strike me not this often.
For I want to be awake despite tiring life.

HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE

Your chin a little sharp as aishawrya rai,
Your gazing pretty and heart stealing,
You face as fair as pond's treasure, moon,
Your face made up is as adding paint on already white stupa,
Your hair deviated from nature as leaves in autumn,
Your feeling of joke to our scared voice,
That giggle after you passed us to release controlled laughter,
Your simplicity that looks as if you gulped something sour,
Your look as if to say "I like you",
Your look of "I have something to say",
Your look that has vague and lonely memories,
Memories that is of someone who has to leave you without option,
Your look of lonely feelings without him,
Your look of pity due to passing and changing nature of things,
Or your melancholic look of less of time left,
Your beauty as magnet attracts iron minds of many,
Oh damsel! How beautiful you are,
You are made to give us peace by simple sight,
Oh beauty stay as flower till we can see you no longer,
But there you shall reach chaotic minds of others to peace.
I or we should say how truly and immensely beautiful you are.
Yes, you truly are beautiful.
You shall stay beautiful to us till memory fades.

LIFE LIFELESS TO LIFE

Hectic made life needed sit at table,
It forced its too heavy energy to light needed work,
So doubtful is it to expect wisdom or ideas.
Life's servant Tashi, his brains and body work,
Opposing strong wind of no ideas comes as stumbling block to work,
Its eye and body ache reminds him of air,
Window of heaven opened opened his mind to step out of heaven, kardo jangi ri.
My Heaven's mother, nature in open space is more tranquil,
I see stairway to kardog pelri,
Wind so delicious and cool blows,
As though it understood I needed it,
Sssss it utters as it strikes on leaves of tree surrounding my paradise,
Leaves seemingly without worries but raw and natural,
Moves hither thither, up and down as the wind kisses not just me,
I am lost to healing effect it brought to me,
Almost as hermit I sat observing and contemplating on it,
Twilight was not any closer to darkness my eyes saw,
Other lives moves through roads below the sairway,
Hang out, celebrating a win and moving with their own reasons I perceived.
Verse I write could not come close to cintentment I had,
As wind keeps blowing beautifully reluctant I am to resume to compulsive work,
Moon bright, though not full hid and i must go,
To my paradise.
Since I ate wind I hope ideas will strike,
Though hungry stomach changed not from shrunken ball state,
My good feelings filled my heart despite container being distorted.

ཆ་རོགས/friend

རིན་ཆེན་ཆ་རོགས་ནམ་མཁའི་ཟླ་བ་ཡིན།།
མུན་པ་གསལ་མཁན་གྲོགས་ལ་བཀྲིན་ཆེ།།
ཡིན་ཡང་ས་སྨུག་སྤུབས་པ་སྔོན་གྱི་ལས།།
དུས་ལ་ཐུབ་པའི་དངོས་པོ་ཅི་ཡོད་དམ།།
A frind to whom I owe lot,
Only did he shared my paradise,
Many are moon but they never stepped in my paradise, kardok ja gi ri.
ACCEPTANCE AS I AM, AS A BUDDHIST
A son of "brother of light" is me,
My silence lives as fact matters immense.
Only can son of "light" give ocean of material possession.
Pity? I have never even wanted,
Hens claw is for survival as I too survived,
Dharma country keeps less hungry.

IN SOLITUDE, THINKING

Food has taste of emotional drained out,
Tendency of clinging to familiar as a samsaric being,
One way conversation with silent listeners,
Living in parochial minded environment,
I could only feel how hard my mom went through in bringing us up with my sort of challenging personalities.
God forgive my mistakes and ignorance of the world,
For sun has to shine each day of need.

SPACIOUS IMPERMANENCE

Seconds of second has no permanence,
Permanence of mind with longer duration is sure a joke,
Life is but illusion and mirage like,
Nothing really in existence has substance at absolute level.
But it's ok, let it live and live with fun,
Till as decaying flower we remain no more than a mere words.

DESIRE NIRVANA OR WORLDLY AFFAIRS

If each drops of rain is your wishes,
Ask a year for drops without a break or wait.
Yet seasons of causes might agree less or reject,
For a transient year with variation itself needs its wish, permanence,
Either's shortfall can have both dishaertened,
One has both and both not without one,
Thus with fault one should travel,
Ask not but wish to travel,
Who knows a year might attain certain rain throughout,
Your wish shall be attained.

POWER OF LOVE

Stars ferocious might melt,
Flower soft stagnant shall move,
Stone heart shall open up,
Soft heart shall be distracted,
Eyes shall not turn weary,
By sight of one's heart's contentment.
O hear, it lightens one's mood.

POSITIVIST AS PROMISED

I had resolved to remain one,
Endeavour must digress not,
My entire Sunday in total absence of learning
Spared my brain and muscles to rest,
Yet suffocation and warmth in body lingered to full length of day,
I detested it not as it's result of positive labor of Saturday,
Also stress of regret given by day passed useless gets no place,
In useless state I missed fresh air of nature,
Worry as useless I kept it at bay,
People appreciate at my work and seeming habits,
I happily acknowledge their partial truth,
Half way of 3 I had travelled of 5 journeys,
2 entirely fresh waits for reserved good day,
Fall of dark got to kiss day light,
Cricket krith krith started living,
Dogs bark and rise when people are soon to nightly death,
Fresh air cooled my warm body that day idle in room could not,
Thank you night for falling and day for giving your way,
You both, day and night please come,
Come as maximum as possible of and in my life.
Night is calm to try make up that light missed.
Hearts and mind empty sure is receptive to already beautiful time.

POSIVITY AS I WATCH THE SKY CRY IN BLUR

Human's endeavour and survival I appreciate,
Despite non-existence being an ever existence,
Grow up, learn and study at schools for life,
See! How strong we really are,
Gift of life valued is so movingly beautiful,
Nature's cry, light, whistle, watery dirts, peace and nature,
We fail to observe for life's life,
What other we have if not goto school?
Renunciation if tough makes school life the best,
I am going to miss missed difficulties that kept me alive now.
Each single sacrifice, strength and time I will miss.
For they kept Ulysses in me live undying.

AS SHERUBTSEAN, 2015—2018 DEPARTS

All I breathe is abnormal lubs and dubs,
Ouch! ache is like tiniest human striking,
With hammer of departure sharp and heavy.
Syringe of memory sucking heart's blood,
In imbalance it pains and breathes,
Empty space of room getting humid,
Droplets are not of sunshine or even rain,
Nothing really is tasty but austere,
Work got no work and rest got no rest,
Waiver of pain is through water's wild brother,
Good bye wasn't great in lost sense,
Friends and brothers left away with heart heavy too,
Even share holder of pain went on vacation,
One by one time made them go.

Toughness is escaping that iron clad of time,
You and I are helpless silent or violent observer,
Mind made up of time combined is no different,
Yet moments gone and affecting fool the mind, As replay of goals mind is compelled to revisit,
Emotions intensifying the facing of situation.
No activities subsides the yielded discomfort,
Hence I let heart feel all pain and pen,
Mind needs trick of mind for good,
Say that you won't grasp what can't be,
Set it free but ready to revisit it anytime,
Say good moments wait ahead of this,
Pledge to be in present and being strong.

Start off by laughing out good or bad,
Is my heartache of liquor's affect?
Is lost appetite for lunch owing to heavy breakfast?
Are my puffy eyes sign of less or more sleep?
Three heart broken consoles their pain by dragon sound fart,
Two enjoyed my pain in my drunken paradise,
Haha, keep laughing at moments and move on,
Scared heart is pitiful to let it live distorted long,
Think of meeting your beloved,
Take everything uncontrollable as god's plan,
Keep hope of meet and future goodness inflated,
Be positive as drunkard living to drink more,
You are educated enough to analogize drinking,
Move along calm and happy yet not as machine.

THE ROSE, LAST PIECE

A Rose has time travelled with her observation few,
Its beauty has string tied to her heart and pull,
It pains but it aids her heart's disorder by slight pull,
Pull is slight for few sees as time invites natural amnesia,
It bloomed but she observed not,
 She was feasted, eyes and mind by varities of others,
Peculiar nector is carved in her brain as sculptor carving on stones,
Taste through memories of her are felt few times,
She was busy in world of varieties and sustenance,
In different garden the same rose transplanted is seen,
She thought it would grow for little long,
But no, it is old enough that soon season shall seize it,
Season has sharp strong spider web like string,
As season pulls it string of her heart would get broken,
String that was medicine would now weaken her heart,
She has to keep seeking flowers with heart weakened.
Yet daisies if she sees will heal but pinch different would hurt same,
This is cycle of samsara of life of queen.
SUNNY BEST FRIEND
Dear sun! you are caught,
By eclipse but wish of mine,
Keep us forever.

HATTS OFF TO HERMIT
Man cannot live alone,
Now I agree that hermit are great,
For me pain is all in chest,
People are valued in absence.

WISH FOR EXAM AND HOME TRAVEL
Journey is journey of life and beyond,
Has end of start, start of end,
But never the end of end,
Lived in dormity of hope and samsara,
All shall miss not its flow of journey,
But intrasient journey can be wished,
Let luck favor and all the best.

POSIVITY MOVES
Time on work is long,
Time in laziness is long,
Winged when works are procrastinated,
It flies so fast in different works,
Exam date is immortal and intransient,
It moves not from its due date,
We are shattered by un-examly affairs,
Mood to prep is easy loser to other distractors,
Positively I told myself I have lots of time,
Time lost can be tied and stored,
Send back when mood to prep creeps in,
So no distraction shall bar its way,
It makes me happy till I know it's Romantic Blake's quality,
So with laughter we need to travel with packed time,
Forward not back and with calmness to,
Time that is left less of life and exam,
Bury what is already lost,
Let's say our small effort has sweet as warmth to fire but not in natural cycle.

LOVELY FRIENDS

Taste of food you like,
Have it like it best,
Miss it awakes a miss,
The juicy taste of  mealy life,
Is our friends of life.

སེམས་གསོ

ཁྱོད་འཁྲུལ་སྣང་ཆར་པ་འབབ་ན།།ན་ཟུག་གོ་བཤའ་རྨ་བྱ་ང།།བདུད་རྩི་ཆར་མིན་དགའ་བ་མེད།།ཆར་པ་བརླག་པ་ཧ་ཅང་ཕངས།།

GAP IN LOVE

If I ever flew up,
Force is all of the wind,
You are blue and empty,
Chasm deep lies between us,
I as dirts live on the ground.
Often position on universe is questioned but in mind.

SAMSARA DIFFUSING

འཁོར་བའི་དཀྱིལ་འཁོར་འདི་ནང་ང་བཅས་ཚུ།།སྙིང་པོ་མེད་པའི་ལཱ་གིས་དུས་ཚོད་རྗོགས།།
འཛམ་གླིང་འཁོར་བའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་བུ་ང་གིས།།རྩ་དང་སྤུ་ལས་བཟོད་རང་མི་ཚུགས་པས།།
In this samsaric frame,
We exhaust our time in nonsense charmless,
This pain of samsara,
I find it tough to bear.

LOSING IN LIFE

Problems and frictions are necessity as transiency is charm to composite ephemeral entity. I always accept, acknowledge and try to work on it. I am thus not blinded in a way by parochialism. I get hurt as human but I as all get over it and try to look it from positive and possible all angles. I adjust so much so that I accept defeat with all my heart. Winning is only temporary and timely as much as lose is. Let time pass and dawn of the day heighten your regret of uncontrollable and obvious mistakes that one did the day before. All human fallible are subject to decay. More learned I turn meticulous does my sensitivity turns instead of merging into emptiness chunk. Samasara is pain and indescribale.

IT'S MIND

Laws are foundation of peace,
Mind is foundation's foundation,
Equality is what all would expect,
Justice is what morality would ask,
Right understanding is sine quo non,
Philosophizing is too easy,
Walking the talk is problem,
Complacency and idleness are disease,
Conditioning them is cancer,
Freeing mind to anywhere it goes,
Is the most easy thing to do,
Defy is what request gets,
Out of track is what distracts us,
And endeavour to prove otherwise is waste of time,
Recognition is what contentment of mind wants,
Ability to read mind is called for,
To solve dilemma and misunderstanding,
Elimination of boredom is what all sensitive people wants,
Jobless and lonely too wish the same.

Pleasant present needs amnesia to past stories,
Backward people always prefer escaping self introduction,
Shy chooses to remain confined than move out,
Meeting prompts lots of talk within self,
Voice is feeble and soft spoken,
Acting natural is tough.
Lonely feelings are taken care,
By social medias, write ups and apps,
Reality is never gone as thought,
To be happy needed induction and hard work,
Comfort zone would pull back when giving trials,
Thought of Judgment of others keep you fixed
Low self-eestem would come in the way,
Creating space in mind that can never be filled,
So solving all is plausible impossibility,
Solving some/few may be convincing possibility,
But adage says, "nothing is impossible",
And we must inculcate 'All is well" attitude,
Thus mind is prerequisite to,
Peace, equality, justice, improving self and solving issues.

RENUNCIATION

Let the world have what you can't,
Human share same emotions and interests,
Clash of interests is ego,
Dumping in heart is humility,
Let the world talk,
Let my interest be all mind's source,
That records and let continue in future lives.

FOOTBALL GREAT AID

Football great health aid,
Tires and sweats you,
Though not a good player in any position,
Feels relieved by mind distracted,
But lasts how long?
Melancholy, incurable visits me a bit of second that I am not busy,
Songs tries a cure only to aggravate,
Deep sadness transient is human nature,
Only few of us express,
Rest kills it thousand ways,
Some let it rot within or vanish,
Only difference is I grasped on time unfavorable,
Rest let it go as river free,
Moment's trouble aside football must favor me more.

ཤེས་རབ་རྩེའི་བསོད་ནམས་ཅན་ལ་བསྟོད་པ།

གསེར་ཡི་ཡོ་བྱད་སྣ་ཚོགས་ཤེར་རྩེའི་བུམོ།། སྐར་མ་སྨིན་དྲུག་སྣ་ཚོགས་ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་མིག།། 
ཟླ་པད་བཞིན་གྱི་ཚུལ་ཁྲིམས་ཅན་ཡང་དཀྲོག།། ལྷ་མོའི་རྣམ་འགྱུར་གང་ཡོད་ཁག་ཁག་ཚང་།། 
རིའི་སྙིང་སྐྱེས་བུ་བྱ་བ་རྒྱབ་ཏུ་བསྐྱུར།།ཁྱེད་རྣམས་མཐོང་བ་ཡིད་བདེ་བྱ་བ་བཟང་།། 
མ་མཐོང་ཟུག་སོགས་ཆགས་པ་ཉུང་འགྱུར་ཀྱང་།།མཐོང་ཚེ་མི་ཚེ་གདུང་བ་ནག་ནས་གྲོལ།།
རེ་རེ་ཀུན་ནི་བསོད་ནམས་བསགས་པ་ལ།། ཡ་མཚན་རྨད་བྱུང་རྩོམ་མཁན་སྤྲང་པོས་ཆེ།།
དུས་གསུམ་དགེ་བས་འགྲོ་ཀུན་མུན་པའི་གླིང་།།འཁོར་བ་འཁྱམ་མཁན་མིག་ལོངས་འདྲ་ལ་སེལ།།
དགའ་བ་བདེ་བ་རྟག་ཏུ་སྦྱིན་པར་ཤོག།།དབང་པོ་མ་གྲིབ་བར་དུ་སྐྱེས་པས་བལྟ།།
གྲིབ་པ་མེད་པའི་སྨོན་ལམ་སོན་བཏབ་ཀྱང་།།སེམས་ཀྱི་མིག་གི་འགྱུར་མེད་རྟག་ཁྱབ་སྣང་།།
ལུས་ཕྲ་ཁྱོད་ལ་བདག་གིས་ལྷག་པར་ཕངས།།

WISDOM, TINIEST DROP IN OCEAN

Passing time is only throw off to mere echoe,
We have no control, not even a little,
Alas! At last echoe shall eat whole as sky.
All i can do is produce trickling droplet sound in space.

Hope has portion of pain. Pain has a portion of hope. By acquiring some we lose some, by losing some we acquire some. Life is to compromise and see sun of tomorrow. [愉快]

Tiredness I realized is shutting your mind and experiencing body commit lots of flaws. Memory just remains far away. Man of facts, thus, can't be a great poet in originality. Lots of dialogues and scenes are left crying without recognition by my memory. 

Life is autumn cloud,
Different same is its season,
Dancing to tune of humidity and time,
If wish are to turn real I have wish,
Be born as time immovable,
And as an immortal cloud.
Or I would buy most expensive of diamonds,
Turn to rope and tie,
Time and humidity thus is choked to death.
But autumn autumn remain till you can.


S DEAR FRIENDS HURTS

གོ་ཤེས་སེམས་ལ་ཅུང་གདུང་ཕོག་པ་བས།།ལས་འབྲས་བསླུ་མེད་རྡོ་ལ་རི་མོ་བཞིན།།གཞན་ལ་ཕོག་པའི་ཟུག་རྔུས་ལྷག་པར་གདུང་།།བདག་ནི་བདག་གི་སྐྱོན་ཆ་བལྟས་ནས་འཁྲུལ།།

SUFFOCATION IN ROOM, ALONE

PIERCE BLOOD OF SUFFOCATION OUT
As heart aches it churns supressed unconsciousness,
Paper of space suffices not to put it short,
Best didn't get to come out,
Nor did mediocre; neither worst,
Yielding no neurosis but only meaningful,
Yet useless. 

AEROPLANE TIME AT SHERUBTSE

TRAVELLING TIME
Did I reach to college yesterday?
Am I still in first year?
Am I not acting as a high school child?
Time, time and just time you travelled real fast,
Even last vacation spent here didn't make me feel old here,
Home's charm is blinded by this feeling,
I see you "time" laughing, crying, happy, sad, fun, drunk, etc,
Yet you never failed to move moving heart of moving human,
To what do we rely on next semester?
This semester had next semester to lean our back of comforted mind,
College is going to remain here yet chase us away,
No matter how rooted it is it can't hold time and mortal being,
Hours force us to move on, this life and future,
This place like many other is one of points to push to final end,
Push from one, if it ensures intransiency all would never cry,
One step move from life is inching step closer to the most fear,
Hence without effort emotion churns in all levels of my consciousness.
One may prolong and manipulate in life to stay fixed,
But how long? Can you bring my great grandpa back?
Travelling time even slaps me reminding of days left for exam,
Yet fleeting emotions, as human, keep visiting off and on,
Think, act or react on it nourishes and waters it as day pass and night breaks,
As day breaks I regret last night's emotions,
And think that rationality must be let to rule as robot,
Yet trillions of years can't make my heart submit to rational mind by my nature,
Thus, as an outlet I let a drop fall here from blood of ocean,
Thinking a bit of rationality would visit as muse doing for creative artist,
Would I get better?
sorry wasting your time if it did.

POEM TO HM FOURTH DRUK GYELPO

མངའ་བདག་སྐུ་ནི་ཉི་མ་ནོར་བུ་ཡིས།།འབངས་དགའ་བྱེད་པའི་མུན་བཅོམ་དགོས་སོགས་སྟེར།།མཚུངས་མེད་དམ་པ་མི་དབང་བཀའ་དྲིན་ཆེ།།

མི་དབང་དྲི་མེད་ཀུན་ལྡན་ཉི་མ་ཡིས།།དབུལ་པོར་སྐྱབས་ཏེ་ནོར་བྱིན་སྣང་བ་སྦྱིན་།།མི་དབང་དྲི་མེད་ཉིན་མཆོག་སྐུ་ཚེ་བརྟན།།ཞི་བ་མཉམ་བཞག་བསྐལ་བརྒྱར་གནས་པར་ཤོག།།

ངོམ་ཆོས་མ་དད་བདག་གིས་སྐྱོན་གྱིས་སེལ།།ཀུན་ལ་བདག་གི་འཁྲུལ་ལ་བཟོད་གསོལ་ཡོད་།།མཐོང་མེད་ལས་ངན་བསགས་ན་བཤགས་པ་ཞུ།།བློ་དམན་བདག་ལ་ཕངས་པའི་ཡིད་ཆེ་གནང་།།

EMPATHY POEM OF MY EXPERIENCE

I, SUN AND VISUALLY DISABLED
“What happened” I asked to bright hopeful sun,
Why his awakeness fails to differ from sleep now?
Color divorced with its charm yielding black or emptiness,
Beauty of colors he sees is only of past,
Works, walks and deeds needs other’s assistance,
“Showing” once amazing needs only “telling” now,
But to his blood lines and others he tells through experiences.
Talk comes wrapped with golden advices at times,
Through memories or imagination he listens what others say.
Difficult times have death and real undistinguishable.
Listeners cut the talk slyly and he knows not,
How can he know the visual truth through non-visual senses?
Figure as whale is useless without notice from tactile, auditory, gustatory and olfactory senses.
Some leaves giving notice to him,
Only to boil his emotions with its outlets blocked,
Hence often he is left talking to himself,
Cloud of eyes! Why did you block the sun?
You have blocked him all to show only darkness,
Agree that present fruit of experiences is past’s sown seed,
The cloud of damaged ophthalmic parts is like snatching light from the entire universe,
Since it barred him from laboring to swim across samsaric ocean,
Blinded to visible lives, truths and appearances,
Barring advancement to understanding hidden and invisible.
The sun empty and ephemeral itself gave me no answer, 
Free of emotions, it continued maintaining its status quo,
Like “Time” it shall keep shining, detached. 
“Why blame and nag Mr. Sun?
Sun, the truth has no fault of his,
Fleshy clouds barred him owing to his own past.
The seeds sown of actions are to yield fruit in future certain,
Accept and introspect, and hence respect KARMA" says a man.
Yet it pains him despite adaptation,
Human accepts with pain expressed or hidden.
Acceptance is not necessarily without prices.

POEM AT TSIRANG, VACATION

THROUGH SPACS OF FORCED EMOTION
In a house that was already built,
I reside as not so new nor old,
Though the house contains eight,
Even adding myself turned five,
Dad and me live with three kids,
Time, urgency and work made the situation,
As time works again, we shall be nine again,
Sharing joy direct and hidden pains implicit.

Day passes by and winter is jobless,
Wake late, sleep late and eat twice,
Chats, movies, thinking and feelings live in between,
The routine goes on monotonous yet irreversibly,
Sidewise madness within me keeps visiting,
Collecting heap of screte or talked blames,
Hurt is vocal, heart, pride, emotions of carelessness,
In trying to cut that frequent vistor, madness.

In silence serene slap of wind and nature,
Let imaginary pencil draw concentric circles in the brain inward,
Unlike physical it is fast and inspiration is drawn short,
I hear wind frying spinach of trees in pan of space,
Sit by fireside has my ear hearing hot air roaring hard and loud,
Tongue tastes liquid sugar of oranges,
Ear and mind hears noises of movies and kids,
Numbness triggerring boredom made me write this.

Oh! Emotions do visit me sharp and cool,
Let the bar of iron coldest touch heart of mine.
So, I add peace in world's brain socket to let them sleep peacefully,
Let tiredness of works subside stretching lips with released adrenalins,
Let them satiate with "he'sharing my feelings",
Let madness in them dissovle or pacify seeing mine,
Let madness of mine die eternal without rebirth,
And let ideas of mine live whilst I don't, eternal.

ODE TO SHERUBSEAN LADIES

LUNATIC POEM
Sherubtseans are varieties of golden materials,
Collective stars are eyes of yours,
Even a disciplined gets distracted by your face, lotuses of moons,
Behaviour of goddesses you own them all,
Mountainous hearts of boys regret not to leave heap of tasks behind,
For seeing you all inflate their soul with peace assisting good doings,
Though eyes rest with free of cravings when it missed you,
Moment of sight of you never fails to light darkness of life,
To merits each of you, all accumulated,
 Astonishment, powerful fills the poor mind of this poet,
Virtues that you accumulated in times past to future,
Let its light of knife cut darkness of sentient beings' meaty realm,
 Let samsaric sufferors likening visually disabled be helped,
Let them acquire happiness and peace all time,
Till power that assists sight allows boys shall watch you,
Notwithstanding prayer prayed to not dry that power to see you, eyes,
Blessed is to possess eternally wet power, eyes of mind,
It shall see you permanent and all time,
To you, beatiful ladies I have immense pity.
World won't fit appreciation that I 've for you all.
Let you continue doing great to maintain status quo timelessly.

NEUROTIC POEM

འཁྲུལ་སྣང་ནམ་མཁའི་རླུང་འཚུབ།།ཆ་མེད་བརྟན་ཅིང་འཁོར་ཚེ།།
སེམས་ཀྱི་ཐང་ཆེན་འཁོར་བའི།།དགའ་ཚལ་བརྟན་པ་བསྒྲུབས་སོ།
Emotions (delusion) of sky as cyclone,
Uncompounded, strikes indestructibly,
And mightiest plain of samsaric mind,
Gets botanical garden built, permanently.

LIVE AND LEAVE AS LIGHT
Unpack and renunciate,
Dissovle as wind,
Live short and go,
As if you didn't come.
But, it's real tough.

I AIN'T A FIRM TREE
I shake often unlike firm tree,
There never is such as getting accustomed,
Unquenched thirst by unknown calls is terrible,
Itch to the core of life is so sharp as prick by needle,
Burden to eyes to keep reputation normal is high,
River flow of blood rushes rapid in such time,
As hermit I sit comimg to terms without an antidote.
Human realm needs great and strong master of mind, self.
I was on pursuit of finding one yet fallen time and again.
Yet if sun shines human moves on in transiency.
I wait and passing moments cure but with price.

"The fire would say those saw dust and carpenter's dust are delicious" - Illeterate blood source of mine said which reinforces that for poetic expression there is no need of particular language or poetic expression are natural for most.

YOU 'RE THE MOON
Press my heart so hard,
That it turns into pieces,
Indistinguishable as spacious sky,
As indestructible vacum in nature,
I shall wait for you, for eons,
You and me, will live timeless there on.
So hurt me softly or gentlly.
Until you arrive I will stay as deserted sky,
Your arrival will be moon to deserted sky.

AS I BLEED
In desert of empty room aloof,
Cactus of emptiness,
Pierced into my lonely soul,
It bleeds and cries at night.
To wish I pray,
To send people to console,
Or let time alter mind to numbness.
Until my roomie comes as a rescue.





FABRICATED ROMANCE



Thursday, 28 March 2019

Fangye fangye ngyendro Translation

Alas it's pity to let love go,
In sorrow the tear is felled,
In the body of flesh and blood,
The lost thinking heart added pain,
As if I am in the realm of hell.

The sun and moon can never co-exist,
And clear away darkness of the world,
Likewise you and I in dearth of favaring karma,
Despite sharing the same heart,
Are compelled to stay in different world.

Thinking growing flower as beautiful,
Its roots and stem are guarded,
Yet when the buds almost sprouted,
It was the flower of others,
Depriving one to sip even a drop of its nector. 

In the word that gives refuge to soul,
All are to dance to the tune of cause and effect (karma),
Though are bestowed with congruent minds,
Are left to lead lives in different world. 
Think this as nature of the everythings.

All fate and favor are exhausted,
That it is impossible for us to merge as one,
To dwell in the world of others,
Lives of pasts have inscribed strong,
So, to ensure the shared life in future,
Let's pray the prayers, genuine today.