Chusi Gangdruk (Six Ranges and Four Rivers)

Sons of king Gesar

Khmapas proud and tall

tender as a dew drop

yet impenetrable wall

stood to guard to Potola

Gonpo Tashis’ men

some peasants some hunters

some ordained to zen

Wangdu , Donoyo,Drawpon

Khampa warriors unnamed

like ferocious winds

were torrents untamed

they surged across the mountains

waded the rivers swift

through the nightfall darkness

and the morning mist

riding the giddy mountains

on surefooted steeds

guns on their shoulders

holding their prayer beads

into the vale of Yarlung

where did certain death await

with mindfulness of freedom

walked lung gom pa gait

on southern bank of yarlung

is Lokha region dry

saddled in lap of mountains

which overlook the sky

in this desolate region

one such battle was fought

where cold  courage undid

every lesson taught

by the niymao river

thousands of locust  teemed

their bayonets glinted

their cannons did beamed

they casted the curse of rahu

invoked arbuda hell

and rose to deafening crescendo

yamas wrathful bell

into fusillade of fire

khampa cavalry charged

trampling cutting hacking

as their guns discharged

they broke the red line

embraced victory instead  

leaving on the field

hundreds of vanquished dead

Tan played his trickery

seeking Rgyal-ba Rinpoche entrapped

Lhasa surged on streets

as its persistence snapped

the warriors of the faith

rose  to the hour  

they escorted Holy One

safe and far  

Gaden Phodrang  was thus

established in exile

safe ,away from Lahsa

far away by miles

back by the tsangop

the game of death was on

when Mao lost the King

he pounced upon the pawns

in every nook and corner  

chitipati danced

loot rape and arson

everything did chanced

 the flames of resurgence

were simmering far and wide

somewhere in just trickles

and somewhere in tides

some small actions happened

few battles bigger fought

it was a fight for honor

and freedom was sought  

slowly the weight of numbers

doused the surface fire

entombed  with unmarked graves

ashen with flames of  pyre

but in the realm of hungry ghost

resistance was alive

from the Mustang barren

the warriors did strive

and when Pha Trelgen Changchup Sempa  fell

things took an ugly turn

a bhikkhu embraced maya

inflict scalding burn

he stashed away the dollars

and sold his kith and kin

who lives here for  salvation

in this world full of sin

Lamho Tsering was blown

Rara , Tenzing were burned

the game was almost over

as the tides has turned

Wangdu the mountain lion

tried a last dich stand

he walked alone barefoot

on the buring sand

“ I live or not

its not important now

but the flame must always burn

the mud will once more be casted

into a useful urn

I lie here

so close to freedom

yet I am enslaved

I bequeath nothing to my children

so why should I be bereaved

the  phubra on my back

hurts more to me then dying

my eyes are frozen moist

I think I have been crying

My eyelids are heavy now

I want to sleep on hope

if freedom comes with sunrise

worth dying on this slope

but I know my karma

will bring me back again

to fight few more battles

beyond losses and gains

the six ranges will once gain

rise up their head with sun

the four river rejoicing

that freedom has been won”

thus the mountain line

melted into the snow

and the dust settled

on his eternal glow

the warriors of Kham

and their selfless deed

were lost away in time

its shame indeed .

i may feel lonely
i may feel lost
within me
tangled in my own
shadows
trying to figure out
What
Where
How
And when
You became me...

you

you are always in my mind
as a gentle breeze 
which ruffles my hair
and whispers into my ears

you shine in my eyes
bright as the evening star
right above the horizon
when i try to gaze beyond myself

i smell you around me
subtle as a lotus bloom
soothing as frankincense
when i endeavor to connect with myself

you are always there
when i am but myself
as me
or is that in those moments
i become one with you

you and i

lets began a journey
you and i
explore the depth of sea
and height of sky 

find out where rainbows arise 
and mystic lotus bloom
lets search beyond confines 
of our mortal room

let get wet in sun
and dry up in rain
see the pain in pleasure
and pleasure in pain

let there be no losses
let there be no gain
flow into continuum
again and again

discover the joy of null
and bliss of sublime
lets us become unison
with ephemeral time

i

i am the ocean
i am the sun
i am the cloud
i am the rain
once
twice
and again

song of the sparrows

when the town was glittering green 
there were sparrows to be seen 
on doors and window sills 
on tress that grew on hills 
fluttering freely all around
singing chirruping joyous sound 
spreading endless joy abound 
hopping skipping round n round 
perching nonchalantly on everything still
even on scarecrows and windmill
there were sparrows to be seen
when the town was glittering green

now the town has turned ghastly grey
and the green entombed in concrete spray
lonely are doors and window sills
trees have vanished from the hills
there is no chirruping joyous sound
and the silence shouts loud abound
nowhere sparrows are to be found
how much you search round n round
everything stands just dead and still
having eaten the scarcrow and windmill
entombed the green in concrete spray
the town has turned ghastly grey

A Day In Her Life

1

everyday 
i see her waking before the dawn
walk to the kitchen & switchs the lights on 
prepare tiffin for kids for her a cup of tea
with a pang in her heart that she is missing me
then she wakes up sleeping children 
gets them ready for the day
& i know she has forgotten
the tea anyway
changing for her school she drinks it cold
walks out to the car with everything that she can hold

2
she drives a cute little yellow car
droping children at their place
she reaches school in time
and looks at her face

all along the day that follows
she faces kinder tide
and i know its rough, uneven
now matter how u ride

she stands surges & swon
right upto the noon
be freezing December
or boiling June

then on her way back home
she picks up children in time
and when i ask her how day was
she always says it has been fine

3
back from school at noon
into next battle soon
make children have their food
no matter what there mood
then getting the dishes done
i know can not be fun
she does it everyday
yet has nothing to say !

after the meals is homework time
which children do as act of mime
from algebra to nursery rhyme
Jupiter Saturn basil thyme
she answer queries & clears their doubt
is this mothering is all abou 4
a nap as evening fades
if she finds some time
when wonder is through history
& magic has learned the rhyme
then there are phone calls
& errends for the day
groceries tailors stationary
to keep her at bay
as the dusk approaches
she makes a cup of tea
& she sips it slowly
just thinking of me
she juggles all these challanges
with skills that are devine
& when i call her
she says the day has been fine

5
as night kocks the door
work is much more
dinner to be cooked
school dresses to be looked
iron creases, buttons mend
she is the one to fend
assignments form work
that she cannot shirk

suddenly some errend shows
off to market she goes
when she is back its late
she goe & picks her plate
then rallies around children to sleep
her day has been straight and steep
it has been tiring & has been long
she has been living it like a song