Gardening the Bhutanese Way

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Fleecy Snow



As the heavenly firmament could no longer
Take hold of its icy belongings,
The fleecy snow descended into incessant drops.
The sequel was its white foam having clad the dusty ground.
As it initiated its momentary halt upon roofs,
It has its pressure exerted on the porticoes beneath.
The feebly grown twigs and branches,
With their lichen blotched barks,
Couldn't resist but surrender themselves,
That drooped or fell on the ground in utter despair.
The gentle knock it had upon the roofs,
Had its inhabitants fueled up.
The beauty and the glee it brought
Far exceeded the freezing chillness that it sent
Radiating all over their body.
People with weather- bitten appearances,
And glimmering ruddy cheeks,
Rushed out like swarms of bees.



Every mouth that opened,
Ejected lumps of vapour,
That hovered ahead for a moment,
And vanished amid the sky as a few seconds elapsed.
Everyone ruffled in their cravats,
With their cozy boots well up the knee,
Dressed in their tweed jackets,
Swaggered to catch the wavering snow.
The vigilant eyes that blinked constantly,
Made an assurance to gift every passerby with a hit,
By tossing the well molded ice crystal up in the air,
That landed on their target with a thud.






Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Be My Valentine



Fate has endowed me with a glimpse of hint,
To make my choice,
To decide my destiny.
And so have I trod my bare feet
Upon thy lush meadow.

Feared was I for the prickly sting.
Reluctant was I for the unfathomable destiny.
Assailed was my mind with skeptics.
Frightened was I for the bleak landscape,
That would lie before me.
Hunted was I by the sounds,
Of my own feet lurching through the maze.
Shattered was I for the forlornly state of being.
The probable perils had my further move tethered.

But determined was I to stroll further.
For if I risk nothing,
I would have or be nothing too.
No matter how impetuous my decision was,
My sensual urgency had my act of will exercised.

I waddled until I stood with my eyes into yours.
The very sight of whom had my eyes blinded.
The very words of whom had my heart melted.
The very first time I spotted you, have I discovered
A cozy and the most secure place to be in henceforth.
So would you let me dwell
In your heart for the rest of my life?

For this very special man who is far enough
To be described in any sense,
Had my senses hypnotized,
I am at your command, my love.
But never let go off me.

I thank God for the glimpse of direction.
Appreciate myself for the shrewd decision.
But how should I pay homage to the man
Who enlightened my world of being with happiness?
For you are the sole motive behind my existence and joy.

If I happen to perish now,
I would have my soul wander
In the realms of samsara,
For not having stepped on thy lush lawn,
And for not having valued thy aesthetic meadow.

Now, with my two hands clasped into one,
I have a humble request to be made,
“Be my Valentine, my love.
Be my soul mate for eternity”.