I asked, You replied. - a poem with my friend choezom

The wind blows freely,
The rain falls at it's will.
But, why my heart feels a thing
And says another thing to you?

-freely wind cannot blow,
That wind directs rain
Nature, reasons and circumstances
Do hinder the flow.

A fallen leaf, sways where wind takes it.
On the tree, it is part of something.
On the ground, what it is? A trash?
Or may be, part of a larger existence?

-the moment you sway,
Belongs nowhere but decay

That fallen leaf exist

For nothing and no one.

The sun is reddish,

Showing its end over the far away hills.
Why does it have to go?
Why can't it stay up forever?

-the sun shines to set,
After-all humans live to die.
If not, it is stagnation,
Maybe - moon won't allow it.

A lone tree standing straight,
Amid a barren dead land.
Is it pride or solitude?
Or maybe waiting for rain?

-a lone tree is meant to be,
Not a choice nor fate.
Like sun, is solitary
In fullness it stand.

love and lust

Love and lust,
Stand apart, a vague consciousness between them.
Love is to be alive
And lust, to thrive the love.

Saka dawa, stingy man n two beggars.

A stingy man walks the kora road,
A lazy beggar pulls his hand out,
A disabled beggar shows scorn face to the lazy one,
And tries to display his helplessness,
Yet the stingy one walks away with indifference
To the dismay of both.
He recites a mantra while grumbling about the beggars.

A walk in the rain

Under a colorful umbrella

I walked with her,

Smiling, hiding my nervousness.

Her smile enchanting me more,

Her laugh sounding musical,

We walked in the rain, 

Under a colorful umbrella.

The rain was falling softly,

The sky was gray

The wind was blowing gently,

Swaying the leaves to and fro. 

An ideal romantic scene.

Yet, we weren't holding hands.

Nor we were kissing under the umbrella.

Why didn't we make our  moment a memorable one?

Sadly, her heart has no space for me.

She said she's confused about me.

Why didn't I kiss and hold her hand?

Am I a coward or a decent one?

Would she have blushed or slapped me,

If I did kiss he?

That only she knows.

A thought on existence

I was born long ago

And will be dead soon enough, 

Was I born, just to die?

Surely, It can't be that absurd.

My existence, yours too, must have a purpose.

Then what is the reason of my existence?

I still don't know.

Yet, I don't want to know.

I just want to live

As my existence can't be just to survive.

Then is it also to love and be loved?

I believe so,

I have loved and  be loved,

Found and lost,

Accepted and abandoned.

Laughed and cried.

But what is life without love?

An existence without love, a real tragedy.

Don't mock me rain.

Oh! Rain, are you mocking me?

Or are you consoling me?

You came early but also a little late,

She was gone already.

There is no wound in my heart

So, don't try to soothe anything.

There is no sense of lost in me

You don't need to mock me.

I've loved her, not knowing what is love.

She is gone and I am lost.

Beautiful memories, all I have left with.

I don't mind the  pain of reliving them.

I am a hypocrite

Hypocrite, yes I am that.

I think something but say something else.

I have a principle of my own,

And it does have a limit.

When it works against my benefit

I let it go, easily sometimes, 

sometimes with a heavy heart.

I am scared of others judgement,

What to do?

I want peace not grudge.

I say what they want to hear

And suppress my opinion within me,

Forever banishing it,

To a remote corner of my brain.