Be Inspired

Wrinkled, but beautiful still Even in decrepit apparel and when uncombed; Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost But still spongy her touch is and the smell Only thing I’d miss the most in the universe. Toiled through hardship and still indebted, Altruistic she- uncared and unattended her own needs, But protected her offspring despite dearth From cold and famine, the fatal scourge, And well-groomed into esteemed mortals. In spite piercing pang and pain within Beautiful soul, still smile on the parched lips, For bold but tender my darling is, So kind at heart and divinely soft in speech, She is, perhaps the surrogate of Goddess. Aged and hoary now appears my hero, But conversant, cultured and well-versed, The fount of worldly wisdom she is Who speaks of art of living and greatness- The lessons from myriad mistakes of her past. Dearest and my favorite, still the one I so adore, And now Silver Jubilee of our intimacy, Fonder my h...

   Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed, Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted; So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;      Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious birds, Stirred myself with hankering for the glimpse of exquisite village,  But still a dawn blanketed in frosty mist, sight diminished, I’d only steal the blurry scene of Tang valley; An hour after, when the glorious sun showed its perky visage, Outside I stood relishing the splendor of the hamlet And savoring the icy breeze wafting underneath my nose With succulent aroma from the Mother Nature;   Amidst undulating hills and mountains down lay a quiet place, So called Tang enclosed by rich vegetation and iridescent river That embellishes the heavenly place superfluously picturesque, Enticing all man into the blissful homeland of Tang Valley; Houses c...

Eons of intimacy, still the one I dote on; My lady, embodiment of mother beauty, My ecstasy and salve to my sorrow, Thou shall always be embraced and recalled Until my soul gets rid of my mortal body, Till the end my life exhales the final breath And the last beat of my aching heart; Beautiful as you, no woman I’m smitten by, But you, my all-time darling, so calm as the ocean, You ne’er let my joy dissipate but with tender words, Always enamored you had me of you. But now you say me tired of years’ long bond Out of blue, throwing me deep down in the dumps- The sting you ne’er put on my jolly heart; Berserk to be, shattered the innocent heart is, Discerning that once amorous soul has now changed And ditching away the hapless wretch to despair; My lady, adornment of my life and my solace, What about the dreams we dreamt together? The dreams of our matrimonial lives and blissful home, Divine offspring to be born and the eternal togetherness, T...

God in disguise, a pure soul of divinity, No wonder the bona fide progeny of God you’re, The great one highly esteemed for visionary you’re, So genial and benign, no man as you exists so munificent; The Grace, all hearts’ desire and the beacon, Pray hundred more years you live on for the sake of A million souls’ peace and wellbeing you care for. So appeasing just your sight is, the balm to despair, Joyous eyes’ grandeur and love of all hearts, At all times hallowed thou shall remain and recalled, Even the threat‘d sway no man against thee ‘Cause almighty you’re, the optimal clout beholder. In you, our hope and assurance we perceive, Ideal we see in you to emulate, your greatness, Flame to our shadowed lives and succor in plight, You ne’er let the famine creep in and starve us, No evil you let it destroy our harmony And no bloodshed you let our lives be taken, But wishes fulfilled and smiles brought upon, Bestowal of happiness upon us your d...

Out of blue, like the earth gets an abrupt quake due to clash of plateau underneath, she asked of me for the severance after eons of intimacy. Gob smacked everyone would surely be like I had, for I have grown so fond of her each passing day and heartily committed myself to her. I had completely bared my soul to the damsel whom I considered my betrothed and happily decided of our matrimony until she articulated the piercing words, perhaps world shattering to me, of repugnance which had my nerves shiver and heart palpitate. In an instant, joy I have been savoring for ages was clouded with despair and like the summer rain, wistful tears kept showering down my poignant countenance for days. Elation she showered upon me have now commuted into despondency, promises we have had together surfaced as flattery deceit, and the glorious dreams of our matrimony remained just the fairy tale. She is long gone and with her my ecstasy has been taken too disposing me of in desolation. Heartbroke...

Dark hour already has its turn up on a routine when we drove off for the revelry. The night was supposed to be bright with twinkling stars and flashy moon but timidly had their visages concealed behind foggy sky casting a vast shadow over the place. Dimmed, but most splendid moment was the silent night with huge twin folk lights set alight and replenished Red Panda in hands constantly sipped and quaffed, and lips inevitably tuned to rib-tickling gibberish. Kuenga sir, as usual, relentless with his erotic comicality but fits of laughter he had us on and that was sporadic joie de vivre he put us through. On other hand, like the sound of vessel goes flat as it gets filled, Sonam turned dumb as she gradually emptied the bottle but cute little smile kept sparkling on her countenance shaping her pinky cheeks into exquisite chubbiness which left Kuenga sir enamored (LOL). In contrary, Kezang, usually timid in nature, lost her real sense and vociferously so frenetic she was turned into wit...

Right at the edge of cliff I stood, my eyes danced with the rhythmic waves and twirls of the iridescent composed river cascading into the heavenly vale. So beautiful is the scene in its emerald outlook with sparkling golden blossoms and elegant bees buzzing in mellifluous hum. I watched the birds playfully flying around the eye-catching shrubs, one chasing after another- the finest devoted duo I have ever witnessed portraying itself as the epitome of steadfast intimacy. It was depressing moment for me the very day which had me walk into such majestic landscape which, to my relief, turned out to be salve to my sorrow and the purveyor of my joy. With its succulent aroma from flowery flora wafting underneath my nose and the touch of genial breeze had my distressing thoughts dissipated and superseded with the divine ecstasy. Melancholia was no match to the splendor of the place in swaying my heart. I was completely immersed into its beauty and euphonious sounds of chirping birds, inf...

Moments about this particular day from childhood are still crystal clear to me when the day rang my consciousness about its prevalent festivity since the time immemorial. Holy shower in freezing water early morning, no single man fears the cold but with belief, hundred thousands of people drench themselves as a means of purifying their sinned souls and that relieves them from dreadful thoughts of being pulled into the dungeon of demons. Sooner the shivery limbs and clattering teeth are brought to a halt as hot traditional soup was slurped and its warmth overflowed every single nerve in the body. I believe, as Bhutanese nationals, everyone must have created beautiful reminiscence out of such auspicious day and as always, my day was magnificently beyond the compare of paradise. My friends and relatives often call me a man behind the times just because I am sober and vegan and they think that my life is dull with no gaiety. But I believe, although I do not drink, I am life and soul ...

As a student, I remember being asked to write an essay on “ What would you do if you were a millionaire?” Come to think about it, it was a piece of cake and I bet I aced the writing. However, it is not the pomposity that you may interpret from the preceding line that I am trying to pride myself on. Rather it is about maturity shortly to be put into picture. Fine starry night, while reveling in the victory of soccer match with my acquaintances, we happened to be so absorbed into the discourse on popular football players and their weekly remuneration on which they dance their lives. As civil servants, the sum of our lifelong reward is not even going to be equivalent to their weekly commission. They are the ones so blessed. With millions of bucks, we nattered, where would they be disbursing bountiful figure on? Excessively intoxicated we all were, but soccer fanatics we sure are which kept our minds awake in the midst of oblivion. Eyelashes almost about to kiss, barely steady, all w...

It isn’t for a day or a week, but half her life she has been going through strenuous pangs and toils, and still it is vividly in the reach of my eyes, with age old ragged bag, she is walking in her late 40’s to and fro with the hope to earn even a single penny that would add up to the bountiful sum. This is no greed, no dissatisfaction or desire for the opulence, but for the colossal debt she is bound to. She is hugely indebted not for the self service, but to ease her offspring of destitute and give them the pleasure of normal childhood. Debtor she is to others, but embodiment of honesty. She would say “ Without paying of the due, no peace I can avail even afterlife!” At young age, as a damsel, she looked stunningly beautiful with glowing unripe countenance and her physique exquisitely shaped like a model today with which she could have insinuated herself in the life of a millionaire and owned affluent material possessions. Alas, misfortune took a toll on her life when she was b...