Saturday, May 18, 2024
"Battle for Bab"
Mother, women with the will of god,
Sent from the heaven for good.
Ensures unconditional love for all,
Enduring worldly battles without fall.
She nurtures life from her tender womb,
Bearing pain for nine months in bloom,
Delivers with pain of breaking bones
And loves baby without any condones.
Her love for baby doesn't need reason,
Akin to the flower that blooms in season.
She cares her baby like the egg of gold.
Covers with warmest blanked in cold,
Whistles for the breeze whlie in sultry
Until her baby dozed off from ailing cry.
For she can enjoy the dreamy smiles,
Cutest smile that can't be value in miles.
To cherish all, she defence like warior,
And saves baby from the worldly barrier,
Until her last breath, she fight for baby,
As in mom's eye, you are always baby...
The Tear of Hope
Being born amid the hoofed limbs;
I dance in the rhythm of your temptation,
Developed in the midst of manly emotion;
I live in the chorus of humanly expectation.
Yet, you whip me on my gentle leathers;
You hook me from my tender nostrils.
For, I plead pardon with my hopeful tears;
The tear of hope from my ailing heart…
Still you drag me to the butcher-house;
No cede, my prayers to the thousand gods,
Though, will become joy of taste in a minute,
Hopeful tear falls with million wordless talks…
The dazzles of tear flutter to the hope above;
To be reborn here as a two feet vegan human
So, I shall edify the taste bud of all human.
Thus, green leaves replacing red meat for good…
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Unseen Fairy Of Foreseen Destiny
In the wonder of those glorifying scenes,
Peacefully as setting sun, she would disappear.
As if my fairy is not to stay green…
Her lively glowing smile; snowy glittering eyes,
Seen on, impalpably felt on before the scene.
Her waltzing lines that pierces with power.
Those heart melting words, still with servitude.
And to treasure like the morns flower.
Though in crowd but feels complete solitude,
Neither to see justly my unseen fairy,
Nor to be predicted my foreseen destiny…
The cruel distant keeps my fairy faraway,
Like two clam pools by a giant mountain.
Craving to go, destitute troubles the way,
To her beauty, the cheerful rising fountain,
As slow as snail I will creep through the terrains.
As sure as death I will step through your threshold.
Angry storm shall not stop me or the poison rains.
Greedy hunger shall not kill me or the aging old.
Changing obstacles to the world of ecstasy,
Chanting the sweetness of your faithful lines;
Will come, taking the journey of fantasy,
Counting the standing hills, travelling those miles…
To see more perfectly my unseen fairy,
And to get foreshadowed my foreseen destiny.
The paragon, glowing of bright full moon;
Shall blur in the epitome of your beauty,
And wait, I will be there by noon.
Charmingly, will enjoy your cherishing beauty,
But if little by little you do not engross in me…
Or glance by glance you stop facing my side,
Like the fairy tale in the end to its theme,
I shall little by little expunge the heart of lopsided,
Or glance by glance stop staring at your frivolity.
And if you feel my every did as of pantaloon's,
Think, fate has abseiled towards the action of cruelty.
So was my love like fully filled empty balloons…
And remember those lines, my dreaming fairy,
The written script of my foreseen destiny…
Monday, April 29, 2024
SCHOOL CRUSH- IV
Through the rough expedition I conquered her heart. The feeling of longing was like finding of long-lost love although it was the first taste. Days were just an eye blink when companion was my girl. Everything seemed easy going with her company. The more I spent time with her, the more I was submerging in the ocean of her love. Her simplicity surmounted my complexity; her softness/politeness transcended my harshness; and the way she reciprocated to my love fueled my feelings to her. It was great experience for me of love. I would think that the love is the greatest agent of change and the best way of living.
We were having best time of our school life. I didn’t encounter any hindrances of life with her and she would never complain of anything. Sometimes I used to think that I am the best lover living on earth because she hasn’t nagged me once although our patch-up had past several months. We would welcome each other in the morning with smile satisfying inner hug; we would bid adieu in evening looking to each other until the earthly barrier becomes our vision’s hindrance. We spent our nights solving/discussing homework through SMS exchange and bade good night wishes through sound kisses.
One Sunday, she invited me to her parents. At first I was quite reluctant but her innocent expression just compelled me to say ‘yes’. I accumulated all courage within me and went to her home. I took few kilograms of local rice and a bottle of juice as a token of gesture. When I was near her house, she was already waiting for me outside. We hugged, then did unnoticed kiss and went into the room. I handed the things to her. Her parents were sitting on couch…
I greeted them. In the meantime, “mom…dad…he is the guy,” she interrupted. Then she pulled me and seated me face to face with her mom and dad. Meanwhile, her father, “my daughter has been talking about you for so long. She always tells, ‘mom and dad, please find time to meet my best and helpful friend.’ I crave to meet you earlier but didn’t get right time. So I told her to invite you today, thank you for coming.” “My pleasure apa…” I murmured and silently thank god for not revealing our true relationship status. I was quite relieved after hearing that ‘best and helpful friend’. Then they enquired about her study, character in school and all. I undoubtedly told the best answers to them. They also encouraged us to help each other and advised us to focus on studies. They too did remind us of our exams. By then only 15 days was left but we were sure enough to get through.
Within 15 days we putted our heart and soul in studies. So we did exam to the best of our ability. It was a moment to rejoice that after doing exam, we were so confident to qualify to 11th grade. We talk about going to the same school and selecting same streams. Together, we were building castles in the air…In the excitement of upgrading to 11th grade; we waited for the result…
SCHOOL CRUSH-III
In the evening I reached back home and kept my bag on the table. I took out the letter in the excitement, it seemed well perfumed one. I took long breath, then hold a while and uncovered it. Unbelievably, there I found suspicious well folded Nu. 50 note instead of her hearty expected words. It was utterly bewildering scenario that I couldn’t comprehend anything from the entire explanation. Eventually, my perception pleaded me that she is making fun of everything I had done. Mixture of love and wrath begin to react within me creating war within which left me like lost warrior.
The war within was terribly bad, and amidst the chaos bizarre I landed in the bar with that Nu. 50. I was so annoyed that I just wanted to get rid of that rubbish Nu. 50. I ordered, “one bottle beer, please…” and instantly waiter rested a glass and a bottle of beer on my table. ‘During those days a bottle of beer cost was only Nu. 35.’ I was about to have first sip. Suddenly, Jakpala ‘my junior friend’ came in. I requested him to join me and told the entire story. He felt so curious and wanted me to show him the note. I gave him the note and said “just feel the rudeness in it and pay it to counter.” I found him observing the note and uttering words like ‘unfortunate note from unfortunate whore to the unfortunate buffalo’ and abruptly he paused and looked at me with startled expression.
“Hey, foolish buffalo look here.” He shouted. Instantly I caught the note, upon my careful observation I saw blurry words written with a pencil. It read like ‘this………….i kn….will….see histo.. tex pag. 27’ which made me curious about page number 27. We conclude that it may be some clue to forward the journey of my love life game.
Now the worse thing is, we drank beer and we had only that Nu. 50 note. The time read 10:00pm and we cannot keep it for credit. So, without second thought we paid that note. I didn’t care about that note anymore; only the excitement was history text page number 27.
The night has been long and the time seemed so tired of taking that long journey. In the patience of waiting I waited for my sleep.
“Page number 27…page number 27…page number 27” my mouth kept repeating it. Then I took out my history text book and flipped through the pages till page 26. I took little hold and open page 27 visualizing god for fulfilling my wish. It read “Mr. Pema. You have three options, 1. I want to submit your letter to principal. 2. I will read it in front of all in the assembly and 3. Simply return it to you.” I remained spellbound.
“Brother it’s already 7:30 am. Get ready.” My younger brother shouted. Thank god, it was just a dream. Meanwhile the beautiful morning appeared with the blended rays of excitement and pleasure. I got readied within short time and went to school.
I went directly to the class and took out the history text book from the pile of books. Then opened to page number 27 and found a strip of paper. I read “Dear Pema, I am writing here to congratulate you for winning my heart. Actually I could have written in A4 size paper penning my hearty feelings but this cruel time didn’t permit me to do. Any way we have ample of time ahead. Do not change; be the one that you are now for me. So, keep that note as my loyalty of love and you know it has specialty in it. With regards-Your Angel.” Now big question marks roamed in my brain of that note which I had used in the bar. Still then I celebrated my victory secretly, my mind danced in the rhythm of her lines and beautiful smile glowed on my face. I felt like I was ruling the world. Read my love victory poem below…
I have a LOVE.
The great love of my pure heart.
Intense like the bottomless ocean;
Spacious as sky, bright as stars;
I have a love to that great angel.
Her eyes are bright as diamond,
Her cheeks are soft as cotton,
Pure gold, the only gift I thought,
Only life’s present, I have of love.
Earth’s beauty shall not compared,
Angel will fail. Dakinis shall ignore.
The beauty rarely seen before…
Paragon of beauty among the living;
You will not die, I perpetuate you,
Forever I will enjoy your brightness.
No need of light, not even the day’s light,
Its more enough, more than the sun’s bright,
You are bright, brighter than the brightest;
Sure, I have a love of that supremacy.
Love that requited me well;
Like spring welcoming summer,
I have a love that greeted me well…
School-Crush II
Monday morning I woke up as usual but with preoccupied mindset of her reaction to my action. Every possible reactions were cooking inside me; will she be my friend hereafter or more than friendship boundary; won’t she throw the torn pieces of letter on my face or submit it to principal. I was terrified as if I was going to face the death penalty exam.
There she was talking with friends and illuminating whole surrounding with her beautiful bright smile. And here I am pretending to be lively being inside doomed. I tried to avoid eyeing her but some unconditional forces repelled me to avoid. So I looked at her without her notice which was my greatest present achievement.
“Any good news”, my hungry friends would ask me one after another. I had to remain silent to convince them ‘I am blank’. The war within has been heating and waiting for the end has been long…
“Hi-five dude” my naughty friend showed his big palm. I reacted with my small and asked “what happened?” in a whispering tone. “A reply from your newcomer angel” he proudly answered. Thereafter I was so happy that I felt cheerful like a lark. I snatch letter from him and rested it in my big pocket.
The letter was with me yet to read. My friends were nagging me like children doing to their father to read the letter. I couldn’t read in front of them doubting ‘rejection or acceptance’. I kept it for reading alone back at home. It was one thing to be happy that she took time to write and another thing to be happier was that the letter was in my hand. I was excited that, in the excitement of receiving letter I wrote this poem:::
First EPISTLE
Colorful as rainbow with full bright,
Copiously filled that perpetual heart,
Highly valued although so light,
Alluring heart of gleaming dearth,
Her most decorated among those.
Compared to gold, nothing less better,
The waiting truth of her inner thoughts,
Fully painted that sheath of letter;
Till the date, my errand had never brought.
No words to wish, I wish him blooming life.
Wonder as warrior and cheerful as lark,
I waited to visit through like flowing stream.
Bright to brighter 0r dim to dark
Most trusted that I never dreamt.
I wandered with that thirsty heart,
Until, I discover her inner passion,
Our journey maybe to either side
Only god knows the real mission,
The missions of my inner crave…
To laugh with your treasuring lines
And to hold you in the distant miles,
So as I wait, the rays shall shine,
Like the brightest flower of June,
So shall I can dance in your tune…
In the evening I reached back home and kept my bag on the table. I took out the letter in the excitement, it seemed well perfumed one. I took long breath, then hold a while and uncovered it. Unbelievably, there I found…
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