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Home,

My wakeful dream.

I live in my heart,

Land where only I can pass.

Sheltered and protected.

Still, it seems, I belong to another heart.

With desire of my heart,

Afraid of claiming and questioning.

I and others,

Scattered chained souls.

Wandering around the world,

Making story that echoes of human history.

Question

Piled phrase of words, inscribes question in wavy way

Just to tell me, what I’am lacking

Thy devotion

Thee sung, song of thy devotion

Thine this song set apart,

Thee from the rest of singer.

Firm in the knot of love and

Trust that thee hold

       When I wandered inside the dense fog.

          Continuing love....

            Ah! and how thou try to weave, stronger the knot.

               Quietly made ​​my heart go melt like child.

Inside mundane life of mine,

Emanated rays of joy.

Thee smile of iridescent beam.

      When I look sullen,

       Thee hug the frail with benevolence

          Knowing incessant of weak.

I haven’t known

Thee shared thy dream with me

        Now equally,

           I give you, mine.

               Not for compensation, nor to repay thy kindness

                Only just as thou taught love for love.

Dreams

Steep mountains  of well composed

Before you and your dream

Climb,

May climb vain, but climb

You know-

Stone turns to handful of soil

Nuisance of mind

Let them roam free

Dreams are form of flower

Brings full of pleasure.

Tsunami

Waves are rolling high like soaring Eagle

The winds are in furious form

Silence, silence

Before Tsunami rages the town

Creatures are fleeing

 As if water are sparks of fire

Hark! Sound of thunder

Boastfully growling

Dark clouds are gathering behind dark clouds

 Folklore

 Dogs are barking like never before.

See yesterday’s beautiful sea

Boiling wild like eruption of volcano

The resonance of waves
Coming
 Crashing I hear

I accept, come take my life

Chosen one!

Many goes silence before her brownish eye

From there,  many a heart melted

Of wise one, innocent one

Ah! And many a masculine

 In shape, her calm body evokes pleasure

Many a man try to swim like fish in the water

She foreboding, Rejected many

And to her pure delight, chosen one with colors of rainbow.

Dance of Nature

Soft melodies of night air
Playing enthralling sound
And the leaves of trees dancing in that melody
Elegance in their movement, beautiful dancing.

While to bring out missteps
Street light spotting each move
They spins 
Lifts their body back and forth
Each moves sparks and delights 
 Starry eye of sky.

Mesmerizing sounds scatters
 An owl being caught by spell
Comes flying 
Comes alive
While, their nervousness starts to wane
And if sink in oneness, they starts to dance 
Becoming one soul.

Voice of wind

The murmuring voice of the wind

Gently swirls

And dies away

After passing the northern mountain

However, still an eternal melody plays its plot

Offers peace to the me, to be at peace.

Her dream

My love far behind the plains and the mountains

She is my love that reassures me, my presence

With her loving presence

In the garden of every time and date

As ocean of my memories

Slowly folds

My eyes begin to see her elegant face

She appears as beauty from different eras

And roams over my thoughts as sweet rhymes

Her dream carries me in her arms

And my heart starts to cherish our love that has charm.

My Beloved

Bluish sky Illuminating with grace

As my beloved's infinite charm

Nightingale producing impeccable tone,

As my beloved's comforting voice.

Silk curtains, swifts my hand,

As soft touches of my beloved's hair.

Stars'  twinkling

As my beloved's gentle smile.

Full white flawless moon, glisten

As my beloved's pretty face.

Insects flying with eternal bliss

As aura of my beloved's presence

Grandmother

Strange horrifying sound howls

Dog barks and barks,

 If witch roaming in human form.

 Unwillingly, but of fear,

 Fearful story of “Steaming blood and man” resembles

That once my grandmother told.

Blood reminds me of death of old woman

Twitching, bleeding

When bullet pierced through her throat

And feared-mind rolled she standing outside my door,

In dark, as angry storm-clouds

Ready to thrill, ready to haunt

From window,

Sound starts coming louder,

Drift of leafs as smashing

I folded praying hand, 

With grieve, I thought she sacrifice once

And quiet as a Cricket in the cold, close my eyes.

Note

[1]  Praying hand is the act of releasing, Grandmother’s soul from the mind as in the  mind she was still alive, even after passing 10 years from her death. 

I call it my own

I call it my own 

 It has no sweet fragrance as roses have. 

But i call it my own

As only I have witnessed the bloom 

 See the world from window, 

A happy world, 

A quiet world, 

A beautiful world.

Photo by Nyima Dorjee Bhotia

Life

Life is too short to feel joy for, like beautiful night dream, 

It comes and vanishes along the morning sun. 

Beyond the prison cell, your eyes are forbidden 

You as a prisoner; life is too long to live

Melina's Voice

When Melina sings- soft music, night illuminates out of moon

Her voice very melodious, as sound of free birds, embraced by all.

After all these years, a wretch grey-haired poet hears motionless

Peacefully, arouse, lost in depth thought of goddess.

Listening chorus, a young lover sits down under a tree – renewing vigor

Enjoying over her voice like farmer upon the first shower of rainy season.

When Melina sings- soft music, night illuminates out of moon

Her voice very melodious, as sound of free birds, embraced by all.

Kathmandu a paradise lost

Unpronounceable man comes from so many land, half unnamable. 

But memory sings of paradise lost

 Her heart, old room without roof

Silence; silence all she learned, from ever she born

Fire burns wild, turns everything ashes and smoke

Decades gone, unflourished, her body, a bare tree

Kathmandu is a broken land of broken men

Here Angel sings, defeat of god in god's own land.

Troubling past

Past deeds are still troubling,

 Today it seems laughter has died, Guilt has taken its place

Everywhere shadow lines are drawn.

I looked into my eyes, they do not change,

Nor they seem in a hurry to disappear.

Upper Himalayas

Here, every peak is scared

Every ancient looking Stones have entangled stories

Every lake has myth

Inside every river resides god and goddess

Here, if you remember any sin committed
Go, prayer flag will guide you the way
Chorten is hundred meter far away

Here, snow fails to frozen human will
scorching sun has no power to thrill 

Here if you visit, friendly countryman will say
Welcome, welcome to hidden heaven.

Mt.Everest.

Tenzing, was one, who made it all

Now, so many Tenzing-s, are on his way. 
But i wonder who is next  Tenzing?
Me? surely i am not.

Methok

Her name brought spring in my journey

Methok, a flower

She knows the path

Where my heart wants to reach

That Night

That night, I have known this great paradise

I saw the darkness of the world in the absence of all light

Silence was a moon, near my eye.

Seeing my eyes got dropped in shame

Old, ancient-sky gazed through the poisonous air

And young Himalayan Mountains had a good laugh.

I heard a man's best friend is a great tree,

But at the need, I wonder where he be?

Inside this hollow world.