Wednesday, June 27, 2012


Nature is in 'Labour' to give birth to a new day
Time for asleep to awaken
Those who are still to limber and move.

For a day awaits to break silence of the night 
Chirping birds and early buses are first
To start the symphony of the day
Glaring prayers from temple across the street
is faithfully on time too.

Behold! dawn is here
May peace flourish with new rays of light
that dispels darkness of the night
But, how many dawns will it be 
When last soul have received his ray of hope?
Whosoever keepeth the count of souls, knoweth it 

Silence is a close companion 
Which comes alive and speaks 

when one stops 

Whose language I am beginning to understand 
It feels it was never alien 
but your own language it speaks 

It speaks rather loudly
But hearken with ears closed
and behold its colors with closed eyes

Be regaled with its
Loudness and beauty

The purity with which it fountains

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Life's Summers of Hope

The heat is on
Rivers are turning brown
Children flock the bank and pools
Grasses are wild grown
Rain is catching it's rhythm
showing no signs of ceasing
Lo! Summer is nigh
Summer is here
Spring is gone
So did the bright skies
and white snow caps

Rangjung ( place where i spent nine summers) in Summer
Frogs have found their voice
So have crickets joined the orchestra
heralding the lively summer
the colorful summer 
The summer of opportunity

Moths hovers plenty
By the veranda light
Escaping the rain
But rain is welcome
For the farmers
It's time for plough
And oxen to tire
And extra hand to hire
For It's time to sow
Corn and grains

For it will be folly for a man
To seek to harvest
When he have sown none
Because barren land
Gives no fruit

courtesy; google, women transplanting rice

Plant ye, prepare your field
Seek extra labour
When your summer is at hand
For when summer is long gone
And there is nothing to glean
By the fall
Winter will torment your
Soul poor, left in despair
But more wise and awaiting
The Life's next summer of new hope
If only there are more summers in store?

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Growing Young with Football

The sky was overcast with blackening clouds as it got more and more saturated with water. Rain was to be expected and it was much awaited as it hadn't rained in Colombo for some time.The grasses had started to grow brown and heat was on rise. It was a perfect day for football. It would shield the heat.
As we got to the university ground, it seemed like all part of ground was occupied. There was Frisbee being played which covered most of the football pitch. Hockey at one side and cricket at the other end. It usually frustrates me when i see the pitch being occupied but we had no options than to compromise with what little space was available.
The attendance was quite impressive, we decided to play seven a side. The game was going for a stalemate when it started to drizzle. The rain caught up with its rhythm and started to increase in size. Hockey match had stopped but the Frisbee's were enjoying the rain as we were.
Colombo United 
Thanks for the rain, we could move to bigger pitch. The previous one was too crowded to score any goals. The bigger pitch gave enough space for more running and the goals started to rain. Our seven conceded most for much of the time, but we could catch up with brave comeback to put it mildly. It was observed we weren't clinical with our finishing at the mouth of the goal or they defended better.
The rain had ceased and sun peeked from the trees as it was setting with a red glow. But there was no stopping with the game. Though visibility was becoming more difficult, the game prevailed. This little moments with football are times we get to hang out together and unleash the youthful energy.
There are lots of emotions in the game, of triumphs, disappointments and resilience. There is splendid display of fighting spirit. The energy is commendable, it's fun to run around till you tire all your muscles.
There isn't anything worrying you when your adrenaline is running high. It is the same free spirit that reigned our childhood that is experienced.
Usually the game is played for a minimal wager and it is rarely paid. I was in teams which have lost for couple of times consecutively, i am guilty as charged for not respecting the deal.  But the opponent team weren't giving up today. After much debating we had to settle for a cup of coffee. This ends our ordeal with the game and we are back to our place soaked in rain and aching muscles. 

P.S: we call our team Colombo United. Football is our best pastime and it has been the window to outsource our energy and means to kill boredom. It gives us time to grow young and enjoy the bliss like our childhood.  

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Once, When I was Lost

Oh mamma, it was a bright sunny day
But enough trouble I did bring
That was the day I was lost
And that made you search
The neighborhood
And the small Zhemgang town
There was no sign of me to be found
You looked for me at the school
But I wasn't there
The school was up for the day
And all children were home
The night was setting in fast
I was at the uncle’s
With my cousins
A mile away from our home
That was a time a mile was a mile
Mobile we had none
Nor was automobile plenty
I didn’t know trouble I would bring
To my parents and myself
I knew my share
When a whip caught me by surprise
It was dad, and I saw his rage
Oh yeah! It was time to flee
I ran the road terrified
Looking closely for dad
Dad however gave up the chase
That spared me some whip
Mamma, was there to rescue
And the whole neighborhood
I was shielded by mamma
Until Dad seem fine
When we reminisce about the incident
It makes us laugh
The innocence of the little boy
Is long lost
But those little (mis)adventures
That colored my childhood
Is much cherished