Monday, August 31, 2015


Don’t know where to start and where to end;
The place where you live…..
I did come for thousand times and went;
But never seeing you was my disbelief…..

These have but haunted me for all my past;
Making the small, tiny place so vast…
To fate and to god of all world I give my bow;
For I wish to see her by any chance tomorrow.
Or even if it’s not possible I will keep this vow;
That I will hope even if I am on death row.


Friday, May 1, 2015

she calls melodiously DADDY

My happiness, smile, worries and laughter
Is due to my sweet, beautiful daughter.
Happy when she calls melodiously DADDY,
I smile in her acting as my best buddy.
Worry if she can grow up magnificently,
Laughter she brings in heart completely.
Such is my girl special to me and my life,
Whose reason she have been since the knife,
I've thrown which pierce my flesh and bone.
Now that my guiding star the GOD have shown,
To follow till death and love, care to my best,
And swear never to fall back to that darkness.

My daughter.

Like father like daughter.

My reason
Shy I was to the world my daughter is a mistake
                                                                                  Actually that's my mistake but now I 've wake.
 Realizing this world accepts me and my gal.....I am a father now proudly I'll say to all.

 "For our weak part turns to a great might and accepting reality is only the light." 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Walk even with Objections...

The clean air stained by fogs and cloud;
Can't even see the face who calls me loud.
Life that's so pure and bright in sunshine;
Is dark and unfriendly, and never fine.
A stream contaminated in rainy days;
It becomes clear and neat in other ways.
Mistakes we blunder in our own path;
Though time cleanse like a body bath.
In memories, thoughts it stays as a scar;
Hurting, paining more than those in war.
Living seems a waste and welcomes death;
Dying isn't liberation we feel, and wait.
Being happy, still dying isn't the satisfaction;
So it is natural to walk even with objections.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

personal emotions

Mad some have gone, tears that are shed.
Sad for having none, missing who are death.
Bonds that are done, future that can’t be bet.
Poor to buy a phone, being the regret’s pet.

In these four confusing lines I said my pains.
Every day and every season it always rains.
Though I stand, it makes me live in drains.
I have for all the time, all day tried to refrain.
It may be nothing to you in your brain,
 But for 20 years I have been in this sore train.

why use creams???

 Manage your looks and profile of Facebooks;
For it doesn’t count the pages you read in books.
The world a child dreams is but a fake;
Hard it is to, for people’s belief to make.

Look beautiful and damn so handsome;
Or you will be like all day full of rum.
Fact it is, true it is but no one do agree;
Deep inside it is with all at high degree.

That everyone loves the beauty of Cinderella;
That no one can praise the evil look of Dracula.

That Beauty and Beast were but only in tales;
That in today’s world Beauty and Brain never fails.
So that’s why I started to use costly creams;
Bought from the moneys earned with screams.


Saturday, February 21, 2015

Day care Centre.

Day Care Centre please.

Day Care Centre is a desperate need in my country. Parents who have job and whose children have to be left alone in their house really need a clean and responsible Day Care Centre. Such parents suffer lack of babysitters. Even if they get someone to babysit, they aren’t trained. And in such a situation many parents look at their own old parents as the last resort. I remember my middle school teacher, Galay Wangchuk, saying that many Bhutanese old people do hunch and their children make them to hunch more by making them carry their grandchildren.

Not just the employed parents, but this is the same case with the villagers. Women who are unemployed and bears a child, they too don’t get much time with their child. They have to work to earn for their husband’s wage alone can’t feed the whole family. At last the victim of many newborn is their grandparents. In our Buddhist country we have somewhat like a tradition or a culture i.e. old people must start counting the holy beads or circumambulate.

In every nook and corner of the country there is the need of Day Care Centre. Moreover places where there is this Care needs trained employees. Suppose today in BBS (27th Jan, 2015), it is broadcasted that a four year child is receiving treatment for two months in the hospital. He had fallen from the 3rd floor of the building. Hearing such news really tears the heart apart. Sincerely from my own perspective the employees of the Care must be well-trained and dutifully responsible.

Interviewees say that the government have to do something. Actually it shouldn’t always be the government. Government is not meant just to spoon feed the demand of people. We have got private companies who should start such Care with trained and responsible employee.

Last two words, “Day Care Centre” and “trained employees” can save the day.          

Thursday, January 22, 2015

6th ADC

A trip or a volunteerism in Nepal for two weeks really showed me the value and knowledge of Drukpa. Never have I heard of Annual Drukpa Council (ADC) in the past. For a guy like me such council is a meeting of great Drukpa gurus to keep alive the spirit of Drukpa which is almost like PEACE and HARMONY. Actually last year ADC is themed on these two words.

As it is for the first time that I could attend such council, it gave me a sentiment that Nepalese, Lhadakhis, Tibetans, Bhutanese are all bind together by a special bond called Drukpa. We are a family. Got a chance to explore our history more than known. Met new friends, shared joyful moments, danced in front of great Rinpoches and most of all blessed by the Rinpoches. 

Sherubtseans in the lunch

controlling the crowd

the statues in Druk Amitabha Mountain

Sahil missing u bro!!

Saw him amongst the red monks, in between the Buddhist honky-tonks.

Sahil in the Buddha Park, Syambhu, Nepal
Sat like the villain of Bhutanese film, with long hair and body so slim.
At the brain thought for a while, that just for a second he can’t smile.
He and I will never be friends, but we became in the tight ends.
I am lucky he is one of mine, and this bond will forever shine.
Ladies and lost won’t disturb, friendship of ours no one can perturb.

Memories we made in New Year, shall remain until death come near.
Idiots we were in the final night, truth and dare was fun, emotional plight.
Singing is not possible with this guy, listening to his song many may die.
Show him a brand new bike, the cost of it really turns him to a cute tyke.
Intention he holds of love and peace, its true......wonders never cease.
Never had we peed together, for my villagers believe it turns to brother.
Gaga he goes all the time, when near comes Kinley despite without dime.


U turn he couldn’t make, when he left us with giant sadness within awake.

Been religious when he isn’t far, “ROTATING” holy statues though below par.
Remembers him as our good pal, for whom really I can give up my gal.
Ocean may one day get dry, our bond won’t and pray god not to even try.


                                                                       SAHIL    MISSING    U    BRO!




Walk we took with all friends, sound;
Sick and fell, heard, doing the round.                                                      
Couldn’t help, walked behind if needed:
What next? Steps took with mind dreaded.
Saw black brooch fell to the ground,
That turned happy summer around.
Thought for the night it’ll be mine,
The next day return it, will be fine.
The next day felt to give One day.
Waited, waiting that day comes no way.
Fear I do have deep inside,
If return, won’t the bond subside?
Even if we stop talking to each other,
Brooch will be the reason to come closer.

                                               Look to it whenever I miss her,
Gives strength and victory of war.
Sometimes questions am I right?
The brooch is hers, with me still bright.
I like her to her sometimes I say,
“Too” she never do to my dismay.
But she say I like you 234,
Making me smile and listen more.

Such thinking, memories this brooch carries,
Liberates me from the pains and other worries.
Before I lied, cheated to her, made her fool,
No more, only truth and honesty is my tool.

               Reminds me the brooch, the word I wrote.
From the heart I vouch, to leave no mote.
Pain I shall feel, when dies an innocent roach.
Sure it will heal, but not the going of brooch.
Belongs not to me, not even a boy’s thing.
With her safe it’ll be, tomorrow it takes wing.
the brooch