The Dried Rose

The morning awfully calm and quiet,

Mind filled with boredom and anxiety-

Sunk in intense worries and tensions,

Drowned my weak memory in depth

I took a solitary walk that morning.

On the way to an idly walk I took,

Encountered a dried rose lying on the ground

To be trodden underfoot, nobody cared of it.

I picked up gently and gazed at it

It was ruled by harmony once in its life,

Admired, cared, and kissed by all-

But now it has lost in time and space.

                                               Nothing would be remained forever

Everything has its own day to be ruined.

Bhutanese Song-This heart of flesh and blood

Female:

This heart of flesh and blood,

Though resides inside me;

Its beats are just for you

This foolish heart's gonna break for you!

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Male:

I am becoming totally restless,

When you aren't around

Please don’t go out of my sight

Please don’t go out of my sight.

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Female:

In the peaceful altar of my heart-

A faithful heart of yours

Can now offer a golden cup,

I will keep filled with love-scented water

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Male:

This highly skilled-in-seeing eyes;

Though live just on my face

Whatever they see is just you,

Your image flickers even when closed

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Female:

Don't tell this to me darling,

You are very lovely girl,

Please let me lean on your lap

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Male:

My mind truly loves you- Karsang

A faithful heart of yours,

Can now draw a circle of dragon,

So that milk of our love can be kept in it.

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Dzongkha Version. Click on the photo to make it more legible

The Day Already Passed

Winter Season, 25/1/16

It is cold chilly winter,

The trees shed their leaves

Weather is quite cold and freezing

But we never feel the difference.

As soon as the day breaks,

I and playmates rush

In the middle of the woods,

Slip top to bottom on fallen leaves

Whole body dirty as of Tarzan.

Return home starved,

Get scolding from the parents,

And the childhood days passed.

When the season approaches,

Reflection occurs in my head,

The weather again feels no different.

It seems to last forever.

Message to my Angel.

Life is like an echo, we get back what we give,

True love is like diamond - real and rare.

You are a diamond that shines with pure love;

And I treasure your sincere care.

When you are down I am literally rattled;

The test of love doesn't come when we are together,

It comes when we are apart and much obliged,

Yet mission of meeting will be a dream until we have feather.

The value of sentimental love cannot be measured,

But only true lover will imprint in your heart,

That love has to be appreciated and treasured.

I don’t have intention of abasing you out of abhorrence,

And don’t want to abduct you in any means to abandon you.

Though, I might have hurt you with abet words and act of aberrance,

Nevertheless, I don’t have any intention to hurt you.

I work day and night to withstand our lives in a meaningful way,

I pray for our lives and sentient beings to be free from Samsara,

And I beg you forgiveness for cadaverous act of play,

Because we want to be a perfect couple at the end of a day,

You dainty damsel should accept to a daft like me.

No matter whether history becomes legend, legend become myth,

I will be longing for you till I get eternal holiday of my life-the death.

Yours love,