སྐྱོ་བ་ཡིད་ལ་ལྷང་ལྷང་འཁོར་བའི་རྩོམ།།

 

ཡར་ལ་ཡར་གྱི་རི་ལ།།

མེ་ཏོག་ཨེ་ཏོ་མེ་ཏོག།

སེར་སྦྱང་རི་དགས་རང་རྣམས།།

དགའ་ཞིང་འདི་ལ་འཁོར་དང་།།

                                                        དུས་བཞི་དབྱར་གྱི་དུས་ལ།།

                                                        མེ་ཏོག་ཆརཔ་ཀྱིས་བརྡུང་དང་།།

                                                        དགུན་དུས་བསིལ་གྱིས་བསྡམས་ནས།།

                                                        མེ་ཏོག་ཤར་དབང་མིན་འདུག།

ས་ལ་རང་མེན་རོགས་གཡུས།།

ཉམ་ཆུང་ཨ་མའི་གཅེས་གཅེས།།

ལུས་ལ་ཟ་དགོ་གྱོན་འདོད།།

འབྱུང་བཞི་ཕོང་པོ་སྐྱོང་དད།།

                                                       ཡར་ལ་མ་ཞུ་ཐབས་མེད།།

                                                        མར་ལ་མ་བསྐུལ་མ་བཏུབ།།

                                                        གོངམ་དང་འོགམ་མའི་ཨེན་ཙེ།།

                                                        སྐྱོ་ཞིང་ཙིག་ཞིང་རྒྱུག་དོ།།

སྙན་རྩོམ

ཡར་ལེགས་པའི་མཆོད་རྟེན་དཀར་པོ་འདི།།

མཚན་ཐོས་པ་ཙམ་གྱི་མོས་གུས་ཆེ།།

ཞལ་མཇལ་བ་ཙམ་གྱི་ཡིད་མདུང་བས།།

ཁོ་རིག་རྩལ་མཁས་པའི་བཞེངས་བཞེངསཔ་མེན།།

ལུང་བསྟན་པའི་བླམ་གྱིས་གཏེར་རང་འདྲ།།

ཚེ་ད་རེས་འཇལ་བ་ངོ་མཚར་ཆེ།།

ཚེ་ཕྱི་མའི་བར་ཆད་གསལ་བར་སྨོན།། 

Stupa- A quatrain

 

An Ivory Stupa aloft,

A dull whatsit without a relic,

A mortal short of probity,

A tawdry of a mankind.

ཨ་མའི་དྲིན་ལན བུའི་སྨོན་ལམ།།

ཨ་མའི་དྲིན་ལན་བསམ་ནས།།

ཞབས་ཏོག་གྲུབ་དགོ་བསམ་ཡང་།།

ལ་དང་ལུང་གིས་བཅད་ནས།།

ཞབས་ཏོག་གྲུབ་དབང་མ་བྱུང་།།

ལ་ཆེན་སྙིང་གིས་སྤེད་དེ།།

ལུང་ཆེན་ཟམ་པ་རྐྱབ་ཀྱང་།།

ཨ་མའི་དྲིན་ལན་རི་ཆེན།།

འབྱོར་བའི་དུས་སྐབས་མ་བྱུང་།།

ཚེ་ལ་བར་ཆད་མེད་ཤོག།

ཨ་མ་སྐུ་ཚེ་རིང་ཤོག།

བུའི་སྨོན་ལམ་བཏབ་ཆེན།།

འཕྲལ་དང་མྱུར་དུ་གྲུབ་ཤོག།

Spring it is!

Dendrobium Nobile

Common Lantana

Desmodium Canadense

 

Spring it is,

A season of flowers,

Scenic with all its blooms,

Spring it is,

A season of music,

Chirps and whirrs of lives around.

Spring it is,

A season of hope,

Old thrives and young juvenates.

Blue Sage

Woodfordia Fruitcosa

Happy Mother's Day!

she was all alone, All on her own. Her song of suffering, Sang only to herself, Is evident now. Her soft girly hands, Bruised and grim. Her limbs, Subtle and shaky. In her promise to, Accomplish dreams of her children's, She spurned hers!  

~Life~

Ohh! Life!

How dear you are?

And how near you were?

Cajole the flickering lamp,

Under the gusty wind.

Ohh! Life!

How valued you are?

And how indispensable you were?

Cling on the slacken rope,

At the extreme of height.

Ohh! Life!

How cherished you are?

And how extortionate you were?

Dive the cavernous ocean,

With a weary limbs.

Ode to my KING

The earth and its might,

Shook the world and crumbled hopes,

While the world saw chaos,

And felt the devastation,

I saw hope,

For my KING,

With his own hand,

Debris aside and dust clinging,

Built a fort of love,

And knitted a fabric of care.

The fire and it's flame,

Burnt the world and tarnished dreams, 

While the world saw ashes,

And smelt smoke,

I was dreaming,

For my KING,

With his gentle blow,

Extinguished fire and smoke snuffed out,

Lit a lamp of dream,

Flared rays of love with aroma of happiness.

The wind and its gust,

Toppled the world and swiped the dreams, 

While the world was smashed,

And breathe dust,

I was flapping,

For my KING,

With his stiff feet,

Anchored dreams and hoisted hope,

With love flapping and happiness whistling.

The water and its current,

Flooded the world and drowned hopes,

While the world was washed away,

And gulped water,

I was off-shore,

For my KING,

With his ocean of care,

Drained sorrows and watered hope,

With breeze of love,

Happiness thus restored.

Picture courtesy: His Majesty's Facebook page

The then state of mind.

One windy! evening,
All alone in a corner,

Crisscrossing the tired limbs,
And scratching the tainted arms,

Sipping over a tar like drink,
And chasing flies landing on the brim,

Staring at the people walking-by,
And swinging sight over vehicle passing-by,

As if to enumerate those,
Or else like a hungry dog,
Sniffing for a weak prey,

And deep inside,
the mind longing,
 For a peaceful week end!

Time and its pace

The springs blossom
And the autumns fall
The summers shower
And the winters cold
Prompts nothing
But the TIME!
Its Change
And the impermanence

The baby shower
And the funeral rites
A mothers first milk
And the last privileged drink of lama
Prompts nothing
But the TIME!
Its Change
And the impermanence

The first kiss
And the last smile
The love at its prime
And the hatred at its height
Prompts nothing
But the TIME!
Its Change
And the impermanence

The dreams of yesterday
And illusions of tomorrow
The hopes for future
And the despair of past
Prompts nothing
But the TIME!
Its Change
And the impermanence


P.S Been very long that i abandoned my blog. Feeling sorry.

"Only way forward"

By then I was too hopeful, that, come 2015, it will be a year with endless happiness. Together with bit of jest, I wished early 2014's exit. But now, even after the grand entry of year 2015 in my life and along my journey, it failed to bless me with happiness and love that I anticipated too long.

Every where I look, and in everything I happen to be a part of, I see lucks fading. when I already started hating the dawn of the year,I am certain that dusk of the year won't be adorable either. But then, if I were to hate and frown till the end of the year, it will be a task as tiring as finding a luck itself. 

So here I propose a toast, to the year and all happenings against my luck and wishes; counter my dreams with failure, it will only keep my motivation high and I will never retreat!

My untamed mind.

In life nothing seems to happen the way you like it to happen.  We tend to do bad things even after knowing it is not good.  We always hurry in doing new things in the name of “giving a try”. Never taking pride in giving second thought(s).  Some leads to inconsolable regrets while some ushers to unattainable level of satisfaction and beautiful moments. Those who have courage to fight, do minus their regrets. But for those, who fear(ed) fighting, adds sour onto already unhealed wounds.

Words of Buddha say “every time one loses control over mind, one just have to concentrate on one’s breathing. Take a long breath and observe”. I remember this line from the book Old Path White Clouds by Thich Nhat Hanh. Though said words are in my own language, i wish I did not mis-convey the message. And sorry if I did (lol).

I tried practicing few times and it really helped in my concentration and mind controlling. Before reading this book, I was not aware about my mind. I always thought mind never misguides or lead you in the wrong way. That’s why I always listened to my mind. Lately I realized it’s not true. For instance, many times even after closing my eyes and remaining still in bed, I was never able to sleep. Though my body was dead still, mind never was. It traveled far, near, length and breadth with ideas, plans, dreams, wishes, etc.  Without the mind within myself, I cannot set my other senses to rest. To render one’s body to sleep, foremost thing I need to do was, set the mind to rest. When my mind stopped lingering with thoughts after thoughts, my eyes closed for its genuine cause and body calmed and set itself into sleep mode.

Mind is one ingredient of my form, that cannot be tamed easily. Some does overcome this disease with meditation and pre-action thoughts. But many like me fall prey to it. Drug addiction, laziness, careless actions, inattentive  etc. are all caused due to un-taming of mind.

Mind like a tender seedling, needs nurturing insights, fertilizer like nutritional advice and water like quenching communication at infant stage and counseling at later stage.

I'm Uncle!

Aku and Ashang Wangyel

Lately i realized i'm no more a kid and never knew time ticks this fast  untill then. I'm just in second year of my degree and already a uncle to five niece's and five nephew's. Only with a title "uncle" did i realize that i'm no more a teen and have already entered manhood. By virtue of being the youngest among siblings, was of a opinion that i'm still a young boy who have a luxury of age to play, be care free, cry ,be pampered, etc. But in reality not any more do i own mother's warm and comfortable lap to enjoy its warmth for i'm uncle and too big to fit onto mom's lap now.

Hadn't my brother's and sister's attained parent hood i might be the happiest brother with all attentions onto me,  even being applauded for serious crime i commit, but than with this statement that doesn't mean i'm being less cared  & loved and scolded for the slightest mischief i do now.
Though i hated the title uncle; as it indicates the growth in oneself with losing of cheerful, charming and fun filled youth days, with them around, they didn't give me a reason to feel so. I love having them around me. I remember wishing for a younger sister and brother once, but now with them around me, keep aside the dream and wish of having younger brother and sister, they even sufficed me of having my own kids.
With each passing day, i wish them tonnes of happiness, excellence in every endeavor they pursue and fruitful rewards of success to every step of their's.
I only wish, had your uncle been a good writer, i could have replicated this post with my own feelings, love for you all and thanking you all enough for bringing growth, maturation and sense in me to be ABLE UNCLE! love you all.

Ama; I'm coming home

My AMA

Though it's been just a four months stay here and away from my AMA, it seemed  like years for me. The moment i got the examination schedule and carefully taking note of completion date, discussed with my friends and rushed to city for ticket reservations. Exams started and i gave in everything i have, for it's my future i'm writing, not the subjects that i should pass (feels good when matured thoughts pricks me....though not very often).

Those four months seemed a long stay, i missed her food, her voice, in actual there isn't anything that would suffice my miss for her. I call and talk with her when  ever my senses say  i'm missing her, does so with a hope to lower the mom missing meter,  but the feel of longing adds up with her very ending note; Sem gas pathro ( Bumthap dialect),  my supposed  translation of it could be "she is happy to hear me", at the end of every conversation between two of us.

Though my brothers and sisters always update every happenings at home through their possible means of communications, i  can't stay away from that thought; missing of my AMA. Especially those updates from my two monk brothers at mysore adds onto it. After every supposed debate between brothers about engineering (my field of study) and Buddhist philosophy (their field of study), that we usually fill the conversation with, they would rather share with much excitement and cheerfulness, that  even when they call, Ama always answers the phone asking; Is it wangyel!. And sometimes in the midst of talks and debates, two of them use to say; isn't Ama missing us, but to that i would always reply with, may be by virtue of being the youngesst.

But for now, the bungalow in which  we stay is filled with no voice, no books, for everyone is busy packing their stuffs except me, as i'm  trying hard to  connect my poor thoughts with even much poorer write up skills. Though its filled with silence except the headset in my ear, i could sense one thing in common, everyone is excited, and looking forward to meet their dear and near ones soon. Never did i see such excitements in my mates face, not even when they are dead drunk with Indian brandy's.

I pray, wish and hope to find my AMA in best of her health with cheer full face as always. AMA I'M COMING HOME!!!!!