Love

Love? A beautiful word, complicated meaning!

A thing of multiple faces-attachment, desire and possession, lust.

We die for it, is it that precious?

We cry for it, is it that painful?

We kill for it, is it that lethal?

I don't know anymore,

Is it destroying us or bringing us together?

Love, an addictive thing, yet the most sought after thing.

Roads, or not roads.

Two roads diverge in a wood,

One road looks promising,

Yet it is filled with rocks and thorns.

The other road looks tiring,

Yet it is worth the try.

I stand in the wood,

Staring at the two roads,

Wondering which one is easier to travel,

Yet I am not sure, 

Not sure the easier one will give,  give me the lasting peace.

And I have no courage to follow the tougher road.

Am I a coward?

Am I a pessimist?

Am I an unrealistic soul?

I can't be sure.

May be, 

I am everything but not a happy soul.

I am not even sure, that these roads are a road.

An Ambulance

Whenever I see an ambulance

Rushing with its loud siren,

I always wonder

What is the patient suffering from?  

May be a heart attack, 

When he knew that he has won a lottery

Or he just got a bad news.

What a pity,

I hope he will be fine.

Om mani pemai hung

 Whenever I see an ambulance

I feel like its reminding me,

That life is so fragile and uncertain

It’s now or never,

Live fully while you can.

Sometimes, I wonder

What it’s like

To be in an ambulance

Lying on a stretcher

All your near ones around you

Gazing with worry and hope

Praying for your wellbeing.

Hope it will never come to me

At least I hope and pray that

An ambulance won't come for me,

Yet, still life is uncertain

I kept thinking

My roommate is snoring,

Dogs are barking

As if their time has come.

I am smoking,

The rooms light is on

And a fly bummed against the window.

Someone opened their door.

But I kept thinking.

The days been long,

It’s Holiday and nothing to do.

Somebody is using water tap

May be boiling a noodle soon,

It’s cold and noodle is good.

But I kept on thinking, thinking about her.

Then I retired, I want to be up early to get my breakfast.

                                                                11/01/2014, sara college.

Noises From The McLeod Ganj

Hey, how you doing?

I am a Tibetan,

Came from Tibet,

Just trying to survive here, not living here.

Hey, I am an American,

came here for my spiritual development,

And now I am living here,

 And yeah, what is different between living and surviving?

Hey, I am a Tibetan, was born here.

Hoping to go back sometime soon,

Hey, I am British,

came here to make a documentary movie on The Dalai Lama and Tibet’s Issue.

It’s so peaceful here, so inspiring.

Hey, I am a Tibetan,

waiting for my visa, my golden ticket.

I am so bored here, I can’t survive here.

Hey, I am from Germany,

I am thinking about settling here,

got married to a Tibetan girl,

But she wants us to settle in Germany.

Why so? It’s so hard to survive there.

Hey, I am Tibetan.

I will be 67 in this June,

All my children are in New York,

And I live in an old age home.

Hey, I am from Vietnam.

Came here to become a monk,

But my Tibetan is not getting any better.

Hey, I am Tibetan college student.

My family survives on sweater business in winter,

I would love to work here after my studies.

Hey, I am an Indian.  I will be 72 on this may.

I have witnessed every phase of change in Tibetan exile community.

I have great respect for Dalai Lama.

Hey, I am a Tibetan boy,

I like pizza and pasta a lot, have you been to Dharamkhot?

My grandpa loves Tsampa. He says I should try it.

Hey, I am from Italy, I love this town.

The aroma, the scenery, the sky, the food and the people,

Everything is so wonderful, I just love it here.

Hey, I am a Tibetan girl, I love my grandma.

Every morning we use to go for circumambulation.

She always tells me about her life in Tibet.

Hey, I am an Indian tourist from Delhi.

I love His Holiness and also his temple,

So simple, Yet so magnificent,

This town is like a multi cultural museum.

I love being here.

Fatherless

I just know his name,

But I never had a photo of him,

Nor have I seen him.

Did being fatherless affect me?

Yes, it did.

I was violent at my tender age,

But I have never felt the absence of him,

Because I have never thought of him,

Even if I try to think

Nothing comes out,

Just his name and a blank image appear.

My mother never talks about him,

And I never bother to ask.

Now I have a stepfather,

Whom I call my dad,

I feel and love him like my real dad,

Forget about the damn blood thing.

All I care is love and affection

Which he generously pours into my family.

Now I am grown up,

Sometimes I wonder

What he does........

How does he look like?

Is he still alive?

Maybe he has passed away during the Cultural Revolution.

Does he know that?

I am under the guidance of His Holiness?

Even though, he hasn't done his responsibility as a father,

But, maybe something forced him to leave me.

I hope he is living happily wherever he is.

A Tulkhu

A Tulku walked by,
Wearing a ray ban shade
May be hiding his red eyes.
Carrying the latest I phone,
New symbol of supreme realization.
An old man bowed,
I just smiled.
Then he was checking out my girl friend,
I thought of punching him
But then, lots of ignorant people with blind faith were around.
I gave a small peck on her cheek,
She blushed.
The Tulku walked away briskly,
Embarrassed?- I am not sure.
Angry? - I am not scared.
May be to find an another woman- another target,
Another poor victim.
May be an ignorant foreign woman.
The I realized the difference,
The difference between Buddhism and Buddhist.