life and thoughts

8/8/2019 Life and Thoughts

1/6

1

Life and Thoughts - Yonten's free flow verses & poems

POSTED ON yontenp.blogspot.com

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2010

The Mother in a Woman(In memory of my Late mother Pema Gazom 1946 - 1998)

Mankind shall thriveAs God made a mother in a womanNothing less than the Almighty HimselfBrimming with love, care and warmth

She gives us life, shows us lightIn happiness and in sadness, she sits there

Like her only purpose is to nurture her offspring,Asking nothing in return but dedicated until her fateful exit

Mothers are all the sameI went to a zoo, and there I saw the love of mothersTheir love all the same and their worry nothing lessIt is our mothers in all forms to whom in homage, I bow in total respect

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2010

A Dedication to My King

Written in 2003 to dedicate the Annual Audit Conference Report to His Majesty theFourth King of Bhutan)

The gallantry of the nation, in one embeddedMystical amongst the masses, the feted supremeIn unrivalled grandeur, his visions glow

And the lusters wipe the agony ladenIn every heart resides thy image sublime

And every lip sings thy praises profoundThe root of all ecstasy, the leader innateIt's thou to whose feet, in tribute we humbly bow

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2010

May You Live Your Life to the Fullest

I woke up today to find yet another dayA day filled with this usual worldly chores


2/6

2

There is nothing more in life than living to liveThough we know, we shall depart a day whatever

In so short a time, we live a life in nature long enoughAnd amidst, many like me toil to live a life to its brimYet the meek and the great, to our ultimate destiny, the time shall take

As years go unseen and the frailness creep unnoticed

With every breaking dawn, a day closer we liveAnd every day, a friend or a soul humbly takes leaveNever to be seen again but only to live in our hearts and mindsOr live in history to remember the souls of the bygone days

In so short a life, I pray, may peace prevail over mankindAnd every man live a life that he may die with a sighA sigh of satisfaction, a sigh that speaks of his brimming lifeleft behind, as a chapter new in the hearts of his every fellow man!

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2010

I pray......

I submit under thy noble feet, with this prayer, oh! the great oneAnd pray to you, the same prayer all the time, in rain and in sunIn happiness and in sadness, in victory and in defeatI make this prayer, from the depth and the purest of my heart

Oh the great one, may you liberate all beings from all sufferingsAnd may they live in harmony and in peaceful coexistenceMay the spirit of compassion spring from every heart

And fill the world with joys of love, and make the world a better place to live!

MONDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2010

What a Life?

We are like ants with no time to waste or even take a little restBuilding empires, serving masters and in keeping our welfare abreastWe forget that when the anthill stumbles, all would be gone but in waste

And when we are long dead and gone, even our names fade with time!

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2010

My Feathered Friend

As the dark night passes, the beauty of the dawn adornsAnd ere it brightens up my room, there comes my feathered friendWith a beautiful chirping song, small yet loud, adorned with but all in browns

And perched on my window sill, she plays her melodies as if life has no end


3/6

3

I can't but remain still and mesmerized in the beauty of her songShrewd yet pleasing, I know not her language but there's a message strongShe sings of a song, a song of a bird, a song of a hardship, a song of a life

A song that every singer sings, songs of love, agonies and of impending strife

And as the glory of the morning attracts wider but dubious audienceShe knows she has but a life to fend and a living to make, and thus her song fades

Her tiny legs combing her feathered crown, she admonishes every bit of her ambienceSinging low and in broken syllables, she takes leave, flying away far amidst the shades

I know not where she lives or what she does the whole day longBut there she is, every morning to greet me and sing me a song!

MONDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2010

IF

If I have a billion dollarI would buy every dog a collar

And tag them each to a new home of their own

If I have a billion dollarI would attend to every caller

And give them what they needed

If I have a billion dollarI would ask every sailorTo give all poor man a free ride

If I have a billion dollarI would ask every tailorTo sew a suit for every destitute child

If I have a billion dollarI would build a house for every slum dweller

And free them from all their miseries

If I have a billion dollarAnd only if I have a billion dollar

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2010

A night as a vagabond

I took a forlorn voyage one bright summer dayTo a place less disgraced by mankindIt was by far like an unfathomable journey to a celestial abodeManoeuvring through an exotic timberland road

Spiralling up a gigantic hill, amidst the best of nature at displayAnd as dusk fell, I stopped by a giant tree to call a home so faraway


4/6

4

The setting sun and the birds returning home from a days hard labourThe early howl of the distant jackals and the frequent pop up of a fury mole

Aggrieved and disapproving of its newly uninvited neighbourYet I stood there basked in the beauty of nature, as they played their role

And soon the unwelcomed dusk unveiled the black curtain of darknessAnd the players made their retreat, hopefully for another peaceful night

And In the silence of the night, I could hear a bell ringing from a place farawayPerhaps a prayer by a lone hermit, a recluse more than these worldly pleasures!

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2010

In Memory of My Late Parents

Yesterday, I was a child on my mother's lapAnd little did I know, when I wake up from this napThat I will be on my own, in this vast and weary worldWith much to care and a son of my own to mould

It was just like yesterday, when I had them bothI had no worries to ponder but go my way in complete slothAnd today, I take their place and knew what it has beenTo leave a place behind and live a life to its brim

I salute them both for what they have been to me and my kinFor what they have undergone, opening lives and lights to a dozen line

And when the nestlings feathered and rose to our feetLong were they gone, and alone we wandered in this wild street

I think of them, day in and day out and the God sends them in my dreamsWith their old smiles and soft spoken words, I walked with them in their realms

And when the night passes, I wake up alone like any other dayGreeted by this worldly chores and all I can, is call it another day anyway

I will wait and play my part like any one of you hathI will tread the way that you have trodden, along with all my kith

And when the God calls me back, I will come there in ultimate reunionTo be your son again and stay there as your eternal companion

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2010

A Tribute

The splendours of their Majesties, the radiance of the Golden ThroneIlluminates this aroma of the nation, the pride that we gleefully adornVoid is our hearts without their intellection, for they are, our testimonyOf our unity, the source of our peace and the chronology of our history

O' my King(s), thou had been indeed our radiant lights to our dark futureUnder thine's majestic grandeur, much have we seen, for others that in ages unfoldThou burned the mid-night oils, lost in mundane affairs, less likely of any regal statureWhile in rhythmic bliss, we reaped the peace that thou fagged in heat and cold


5/6

5

As a child often I ideated the imperialistic state than the gallantry of the leadersYet I have heard of leaders who fought war for fame and blood for cozen vengeance

And weighed their glory by the extent of the empires and services their subject rendersAnd yet we have leaders, who for the nation's happiness, risk their life in deep allegiance

O' our great King(s), under thy noble feet, in triumphant submission, I humbly bowIn ardent love and gratitude, in tribute for all that thou had dauntlessly sacrificedMay thy graciousness over shine our ignorance and in you may we glowOut of selfishness and greed and for the wellbeing and the happiness of our citizenry


The Boy Is the Father of Man

I denied a chocolate to my boy, a busy mornTurning a deaf ear to all his reasons and anguishUntil in silence we maneuvered the lane to his kindergarten

Mesmerized in thoughts and in tears, I could see him seated

But not for long as I could hear him mumble againThis time, this strange narration, I heard him say"Though I don't remember, how good a dad I have been"But for sure, would not have been a soul worse than this man,"

"After all that I have done, a chocolate he cannot give me every morn"And as I looked at him rather annoyed, he made a disapproving glance to say"You might well recollect what a dad I had been to you when you were like me""And that you are growing old, I will wait until you come back as my little boy"

And as I dropped him with his tiny bag, he looked at me and said"Dad, is it true that when you die, you shall be born as my son?"Of course I said, but I will remember never to ask you a chocolateHe smiled and as he passed the gate, he murmured, "Its not about the chocolate alone!"

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2010

The Forgotten Mission

There is nothing greater than just being a humanWith our own destiny folded in our acumenThe Creator has sent us to pave our way forwardTo the ultimate destiny, the place of limitless delight


6/6

6

I have started my voyage here, from this mountain terrainWhere rocks cropped and hills ran into jagged chainWhere flora and fauna exist in equal harmonyFrom this land blessed by souls, hermits and sages great

In my small room, as the first ray of the sun passesI stand there prepared to take my journey a mile furtherLighting a lamp, I offer my daily verses, though it far less surpassesThe act of assuming all drudgeries and pains of all sentient being

With dusk and dawns taking its rapid natural turnHowever young my heart may yield, a day closer I burnLike a fast depleting lit incense, I come closer to my endThough to the ultimate destiny, by far less I may transcend

The bustling lives often override the truth of my impermanenceThe greed to ease and solace fake this fugitive hours of existenceHalf the time I have wasted ere I realize my mission true

And in bygone days, nothing have I seen but illusions in blue

With my body yielding to time, the gravity I can feelNow or never will I make my end the beginning of my missionTo the place of ultimate bliss, the destiny my creator had sealedThe place many had long sought but often not unfeigned in true fruition


That Lone Night

I was woken up one lone wintry nightBy an anguished howl, made with all its might

And I stood there awake, in the night's pure blacknessAmid the roaring snores and ticking clocks

And there as I turned from side to sideI wondered why on earth did that creature howlWhen in deep slumber, all souls had befallen

And yet I heard, a more deeper but a tortured howl

The wind that gently brought the pain in my earsBlew and passed, but that agony in my heart lingered for yearsIt was one of those cold wintry nights, in pain and in desperationIt howled the night long until it could make that blissful separation

As the night made its way to the dayI could hear the chirping of those early birds

And the children's cry and their mothers' dismayI rolled up my blanket and walked through that frosty dirts

Only to find the farmer's dog that fended the cropYielded to the chilling frost, its might all dis-robed

life and thoughts

Documents