Showing posts from August, 2016


If my verse must speak of my crush upon you
O, the mighty glamour to whom the world seeks
The grains of Earth shall not suffice thy praise
Nor the drops of blue carpet that lies in plenty
But only one unpretentious beat in the heart
Shall feel the crimson power of my Love
Which shall never fade, even if the dark art
Wipes out the earth to the last grain

But the truth shall linger with every rebirth
Of my soul, which will breath with just one name
Of a woman who with all the bliss has conquered all
The one that bears a great name of heaven
Who has the soul fearless, that of a tiger And who shall rule my heart eternally
Who cares, what wrath halt my ways unto thee?
All I see is the smile of elixir at my arms reach
Who cares what hell would stand my way unto you? When I desire is the nectar of thy bosom Even if the forces of nature break my way I shall deliver myself upon the cozy bench of mine
The one without whom I shall never learn to exist Till my last breath gives way, I shall crawl, Even if I have to …

To the Smile of Elixir

Never in my life such a lass have I seen Like one such I behold in you, O friend Rage stands no meaning on the plain of thine eyes Nor on the glittering joy of your face Thy face of moon when no dust defy If I must trail you with my verse Till to the toe from the dark cascade  Shall I begin my praise, but from heart None will fear the face, even if in rage It is but the moon that glitters joy A pair of dark pearl rest on it with peace Even the spears shall foam down in flowers As you sound the melody of a furious one The hum of Nile stands no comparison with your song And falcons droop with shame to hear you One that will dare to touch you through lips Till he feels the tiny vales betwixt thy breast
One who dares to excite you with a touch He'll will be no fool, but one you have dreamt for long A knight from the far East, who hath for you rode If you know not, of what thou are made Hark hither! For I tell thee, thou art an angel No lesser to one to whom men bow low on knees One no men shall dare to meet…

Chayku - Meaning Analysis

Feeling empathy for the weak and oppressed, your great compassion often makes you seek to be at service for others.
Able to give comfort to those who need it, you often offer a shoulder on which to cry on. To discover your full potential develop the necessary tools to be truly useful to others, rather than simply being an attentive ear. Truly listening to what is said is a far greater skill than many realize. Your natural balance has all the qualities to support others in moments of trial.

It happens often that you fill the void left by others, because you have tendency to feel responsible. Helping often comes at the price of personal sacrifices. At times the resulting work load may feel overwhelming. But the love and affection you get is a well-deserved reward. Nevertheless your benevolence runs a risk of being abused.

So keep that in mind. Constantly trying to maintain harmony within the family or creating balance in a group of friends. You seek marriage and can often be a wonderful…

How I see Social Media

Ever since the introduction of internet in Bhutan in the year 1999 with the first internet provider DrukNet, Bhutan unlike other countries has seen tremendous advancement in the frequency the internet is being used by the people. This tiny thread has brought everything before us. It brought the world closer. With the internet, people felt that we live next door to  mighty America. Thimphu became the first place to have internet access and slowly the access reached Phuntsholing and Trashigang as well. 
     There used to be days when our grandparents felt that it was some kind of magic that we could see what's happening in the other part of the world. And even to this day, their admiration for the network is so unimaginable. Video calling is one thing that shock them, while it is but a very normal thing for the youngsters. This shows the advancement internet has made so far. And who do not know what internet is today? And very soon, this could be the first word that the newbor…

Dear Son

Dear son
             The day you showed yourself into this beautiful world is the happiest day of my life. I can't compare and remember any other days that was as happy as the day you were born. You brought all the happiness possible from the pace of your creator and bestowed upon me. You are the apple of my eye. You are and will remain the most expense gift ever that this life gave me and you will always be the closest person in my heart.

             Honestly, I did have lots of worries prior to your enter to my heart. I worried for your mother who took all the pain to carry you for more than nine months. Since the first month of your conceive, she has the worst nightmares ever. She could not sleep properly for the whole journey of her pregnancy.  She would wake up suddenly every night because of the sickness. She could not eat and drink well. She could not do her work. We even had to go to hospital several times because she had the worst morning sickness. You have to understan…

My Wise Friend

So long the whiskers on your muzzle have grown
From beneath, but you always grin young
The coat of your eyes hath not from last summer stretched
Those pair of green moon doth it always hide
Which till the next beginning it shan't make a leap
I need no thoughts to pen down my verse
About one which I carefully chose from all
One fool might have mistaken the Gem
Whose jaw but never rest in silence 
Who left but no man un-laughed
Who along with joy all the days lived full
But a day will chariot on its fledged wings
To voice to the ears, all that was true
So soft, as though it is the drop of wild honey
And cry they name to crown the silent world
'O, wise friend, with coffer of joy one is made'
I ordain you on the knoll, and this announce
That thou art one best man cub I watched grow
To a most charismatic friend I have ever known
Who once an old fool lose, one such of a priceless
I take no resemblance to Macbeth you say
Not that John with beard, who 'The Flea' wrote
Not even Keats, who very w…