As Bhutan Celebrates it's nationwide "Teachers day" on May 2nd, I just thought I would pay my respect to my beloved teachers who had been always with me guiding and showing the path, in my own way. I know, merely words are not enough but from the depth of my heart I would like to … Continue reading Through the eyes of a student: tribute to my teachers!
Here again goes, Like a talk everybody does, Talking and stalking: foes, Taking a stride, there again goes. Isn't it strange, so bizarre, How things are: getting condemned, Reasons that can't articulate, so rare, As if you are forever doomed. We scream to the mistake, Done but by others, Failed to notice, what we couldn't … Continue reading It’s Bizarre!
To my living god: my parents, Will hold, thou heart close to mine, In my living dreams and unknown quest, Through the aisle of life and daring dreams, Imprinting fond memories, that’s so divine, You dwell in my heart, in unknown thirst. Through the darkness of pain, and hard earned penny, Nurtured the world … Continue reading To my living god: my parents!
I will sing for thee: sweetest song ever, Every moment like a master piece, Lost in wonders; just you and me, Singing love songs and wonders to be, As in paradise, lost in a moment of bliss. Songs were sung, but yet you were gone, Never to return, not a hint of love shown, Gone … Continue reading I will sing for you!
I grasp hold, and desire more, The very thing, I don't bore, If I have, I never care, What a world? "isn't fair!" It clouds me, the thoughts flare, Want to fly, up in the sky, May be who would say, "I dare" And be there high! Looks down, you are plunged in, … Continue reading Mundane thoughts!
"Beautiful" is only I could say, "Will cherish" is only I can tell, But I can never yell, To bring back the tales, Of beautiful things so well, Nursery rhymes to the bruises few! The "Days gone" but memories hunt, Like a ghost hovering over, Days and nights never letting go, But isn't it beautiful, to … Continue reading Days gone!
There is a place called "home," Over those valleys and hills, Over the lush green mountains, Beautiful river, that flows beneath, Far away but unceasingly near, Keeping in need, my heart so dear. There is a place called "home," Where my parents live, And my neighbours dwell, With laughter unforgettable, And memories unshakable, With … Continue reading There is a place called “Home”