Ferrari Brand in Me

Who am I

 

I am …,

Short as Ferrari

Look as Lenardo 

Fair as k-pop

 

I am always in action

With small and talking big,

All for the nation 

like someone with Herules in power 

And hot as Sun at the heart of equator. 

 

I am …, 

Joker with no sense of humor 

Intelligent with no brain of thinking 

Smart with no looks of Sergyel. 

 

I am …, 

A maker of Bhutan 

A maker of future 

A Nation builder! 

 

No one knows my existence 

But I, 

No one knows my simplicity 

But I, 

No one knows my sacrifice 

But I, 

No one knows my goodness

But I, 

 

I am as tiny as an atom 

and I sing about this atom 

to my children wirh fun 

and I carry a Pen mighter than a power of Gun.

HighWay II

Down on the highway
I see cars of different brand
Hyundai, Maruti and Toyota
My favorite is the crossed-red horse

Down on the highway
I see cars of different colors
Yellow, blue and red
My favorite is the car in Maroon

Down on the highway
I see cars of different sizes
Big, medium and small
My favorite is market medium 

Down on the highway
I see cars of different tyres
MRF, Apollo and JKtyre
My favorite is the black strip

Down on the highway
I see cars of different height
Tall, medium and short
My favorite is the sporty 

Down on the highway
I see cars of different age
5, 17 and 91
My favorite is the 1810  model 

Down on the highway
I see cars of different driver
Beautiful, ugly and smart
My favorite is the blue-eyed lady 

Down on the highway
I see cars of different music
English, Hindi and Dzongkha
My favorite is the Gold-digger Classic

 

Highway

Highway

Highway! The king of all roads
The best of all roads
The busiest of all roads
Many will travel and few will fall

The house I belong was deep and dark
On a beautiful super sunny day to watch this highway, the last day of the year

Tonight is the last to breathe for the last year
Tonight many will fall but I will watch this road more sour-fully than ever.

Tonight many will blast their belly
And some will rock their road least travelled.
I will stay tuned for the night watching this highway.

Tonight some will become a highwayman
And some will ride for the last
I will stay active eleven meter away watching some gruesome highwaymen.

Tonight some will ride their horse on this highway and few will ride for the last
I will watch this musty road in color.

Tonight some will ride their tiger on this highway and few will sum up their cash for the last
And I will watch this highway of pattern pitifully.

Tonight some will ride their dog on this highway
And few will ride for the last
I will follow this bending road in light until the next day.

Drive slow, be safe
Enjoy but responsibly
2019, is all ours.

Many many happy New year 2019 to all.

This September

This beautiful and subtle September,

the flowers of mid-summer,

admired by many, many lovers,

some yet to blossom and some flourishing,

are slowly growing older by the sun-light

 Of this coming September.

The tweeting sounds of lively birds,

deep down that thickened woodlands,

becoming thinner by the ending day,

Shows the end of this long summer-break.

 Every hysterical minds calling this big September,

full in full, side by side, come this September,

I'll gonna ensemble Great man's day event,

To forget all that hell glimpses.

This September come with so tariff, challenging,

of time, speciality and rareness all entangled,

uncertainty of hope makes hesitation grow full and full.

to understand the life harshness and delightful,

 with dubious feelings, so is This September.

On set of this September, romance and in rift,

the lovely heart must answer the needed call,

feelings and emotions,

Never to blinded again, This September,

Many, many and countless similar September,

comes and goes,

But, never of 'This September' kinds, 

never to unfazed any humanity, 

even never to shove someone minds deep,

'This September'.

The solitude this onset September,

is gonna bit and piece different,

gonna be like snippet in this,

techno-logic scene,

But, this September would,

remain long Historic excursion...  

And I Welcome with my heart open,

'This Big September'!

Ode To Winter

source: Google

A time to frost and a time to witness;

A time to gather and a time to finish;

A time to heat and a time to cook;

A time to return and a time to harvest;

A time to get and a time to lose;

A time to preserve and a time to endure;

A time to halt-down and a time to reconcile;

A time to weep and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn and a time to joy;

A time to keep-silence and a time to speak;

A time to love and a time to hate;

A time to hold and a time to refrain;

A time to knot and a time to enjoy;

A time to see and a time to get;

A time to search and a time to examine;

A time to relish and a time to appreciate;

A phase of tolerance and a phase of vicissitudes;

That Little Days

I still remember those days

clear, bright and light;

Those are the best days

I've ever had in my existence.

I’ve changed a lot, in fact completely

With all the binding of life;

Those are the days

I’ve spent playing marbles.

The year 1996 was the last time,

I still remember how I used to play?

Those are the days

I’d lost countless pencils and more.

The year 1999 was the last time,

I’d a worst beating by mom;

Those are the days

I’d forgotten beating just by cry.

My changes was like a caterpillar

to a attractive butterfly;

Those’re the days

I’d tension free life.

The First Day

It was through the dark hours of the winter,

As soon as the head fell upon my pillow;

The sound snoring sleep overruled the time,

And, the long night was just like few seconds.

It was frosty Monday, the 15^th of March,

It was a full bright day and was cold;

The clear beauty of Paro valley was seen,

Yes, I shall be brief, and very brief indeed.

All felt unspoken for a while with no words,

None of them seemed to have anything to share.

Before I could get any reasonable responses,

I am gone from their company for good sake.

Indeed, I was excited, very excited to explore;

I dressed up in usual, fresh and full;

My sweet friend, please listen to me,

I'll not rest until I see the college door.

It was quarter to eight, I said with confusion,

By now all are making themselves ready.

We were to follow senior's footsteps,

With my friends and nameless faces we started to move.

 As the days passed, I learnt to live with the life.

Look how magnificent it looks the PARO valley?

I looked those valleys with calmness,

Beauty of the valley just gave me breathes.

The days passed from weeks to months.

The cold seasons into a lovely and warm;

I've seen a roaring PACHU still,

With my friend in black;

My life has just begun.

He'd been an old friend of mine;

I could still remember those moments with him;

And still smell the beauty of those happy times.

I could remember the bygone days,

With my fistful eyes in the clear valley,

Wonder how it was to sit under shady tree?

Rested with the sound of valleys,

Still that moment rounds me like yesterday.      

My life

Of late, when you see me alone sitting

Ignoring all the works of life.

With wide eyes searching.

Don't judge my steps

because you are not me

You don't know my uniqueness.
My way of life is match-less.

A choice which is precious. 
and that is called my life.