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White Lamb My mother's lamb skin handbag, Soft and tender, a sign of the trust, The ornament of her youth, Sings a song of times bygone.

The milk of human compassion, Reminds the folks she tended, Odours the pure wave of buttecups, It's a trademark like her smile.

The treasure thrives of the sacred pills, A small snap, a peices of cheese, The little book, and a rosary, Neatly packed like in a tent.

Brown wee pills would dance, When touch for the blessings, Spread the air of heavenly abode, Signs; the divines are there like flowers.

A tiny memoir brings pearly tears; White lamb that didn't survive, or, The beloved of the lost battle, Who loves her in his firm image.

The sweet cheese of utter butter, For the children of lofty hills, The bliss of a second spilt, Would melt like the ice of snows.

Yellow book of prayers for one and all, The guide for all those who journey, For the voyage of a sea and beyond, The pygmy scriptures of the Conqueror.

A clear sandle rosary of 108 beads, Living history of a single thread, Runs like an old horse with a glory past, Live and let live as long as the thread lasts.

Giant patriot of a yearning smile, In the warm tent which ever since, Has meant her a small world, Yet in many ways a lot larger.

Mission Impossible

Stars and constellations in the firmament, Pray I unchanged remain the temperament, Winter windy a yeti in the snows, Freezing cold feel; cutting wind marrows.

The moment stepped I this land mass, Did have an idea to attend regular mess, Sole dreamed I the night in sleep, Sack of regrets for the chances slip.

Awake, beg I the angel of dream, For sake god's, me make don't to scream, True how is it said ' it's a matter of luck', Hard everyone works; writes on buck.

Dreamers addicted of dreaming, He, moment minute invisibly is flying, Often in hell visits he the heaven, Knows not touch the reality be when?

Too I planned a mission impossible, Collected balls, snows being available, A beautiful lady made, everyone loves, Joy and life hers, looks after the doves.

Day after day words for words glances for glances, Asked I her 'would you hold hands mine to follow life's courses?' Backed voice ' wish I but am of snows, will melt!' With tears in eyes, hands in hers she held.

Know I not keep how safe this apparition, Of depth spotlessness mine affection, Life long in the dreams inexhaustible, Endure shall I this mission impossilbe.

Love?

Poor day night men dream, Make years men fortunate fun, With heal times pains or scream, Like thirst unquenched remains sun.

Love love love hate hate love, Win wars we lose monuments build, Shines inner forever beauty dove, Made are glances thousand not to yield.

Her watch clock the round more, To are words hers the sweetest ears core, Blind remain we opens familiarity until the door, Of full sounds and furies roars a life; a boor.

Leads kind a sprititual light, Is everywhere there warmness, For all a house is here the roofless, Of is the supreme this all plight.

That charm a poison kills, A lover's demands art living melodies, Head toe falls, rises toe head, All to follow forced circumstances had.

Faith keeping hands holding conquer all, For die each other alternative none shall, A mid-summer night's dreams, Dreamers long the longer dreams.

So hold the moments fleeting dearly, Space going back coming frequently, Connected well still apart miles lovers, Men young dream man old blunders.

Books movies statues reel real rave, Love hate art war thirst pain dream wave, From lovers out come inspirations, I still know not the dispositions.

In love

Had I too dreams to own, Well so calculated to put the pawn, Hard too worked to make life a beautiful, Knots hurdles tried I to avoid the sorrowful.

Thought never I would be fool, So that be had the warmth of wool, I dreams on dreams works on works had, Believe in tears would I not shed.

Imagined I as if a scientist or thinker, Came nor an idea would end to hither, Would build own my palace, A fish by hooked fate had me here to place.

Gone with the wind abandoned a little sister, People nationality region mine are not bitter, She is as such as a pauper save a visage, When so compared better than mine in lineage.

As just a stone drowned into a sea, Dived I too into the soul her unseen:see, Love knows nothing never ever watches, Whether it a hen golden eggs hatches.

Asked questions not to answer, Vows promises had nor to swear, Of children wolf after flung into the abyss, Of reflections none has a miss.

Gyalutsang
Season

Snows and frozen windows in a wintry night, Shark wind cuts the warmness of your arms, Jackel shares my solitude with his every call, Why thou barren the spring out of my life?

Mountains do attire up with the silken gowns, Ground beneath bejewel with the emeralds and pearls, Labyrinthin rivulets sings hope for one and all, Yet, why unend the winter of despair in my garden?

Children sings in the downpour everywhere, Busy bees buzz around for honey so nectar, Angels dance in the green wavy willows, Why so lost summer in the palace mine?

Harvesting gold for the toil and sweat, Departing leaves pledge meeting again with flowers, Warriors set to brave the sands, dust, wind, snows head on, Absent art thou to celebrate the seasons of love!

Endure thou shall the death on the winter, Thy life shall dwell always in hope and joy of the spring, Reign thou shall like tulips, lilies, daffodils in the summer, Content with peace and prayers when life is so the autumn.

PROPOSAL

by Gyalutsang

Don't do what others do,

Playing hide and seek,

Esconed in a generic world:

A room full of rose petals.

Cards written odes or paeans.

Magical kings of imaginations:

Reigning the earth and heaven.

Life is for forever, peace an eternal.

The prince of darkness insistent,

Writes as if to mother:

Love unconditional and unbound.

An image lovely imagined:

Sculpted, polished out of masters' fingers.

Romeo and Juliet,

Made in Times Square,

Buried in Taj Mahal.

Losar and Valentines of the day,

An unexpressed love,

Glances of a thousand,

Everything is in the air.

Sniff it as in wolfish way,

In the mountains and vales,

Ear's voice searches the melody,

Of the songs unsung, lyrics unwritten.

Gyalutsang
Blue Eyes

By Gyalutsang

Over the dale, Drops on the blades, Sparrows dance glee, Gathering the cowslips.

Blue eyes like the ocean, All lingers on a dove, Joyful pain with spring like hope, True as wishes fulfill.

A moth being saved, Songs of the same tune, Crystal clear awake, Like the light of the truth.

As carved as fate, Part the ocean as long, Remains are love and laughter, The dream is a real.

May dreams come true! Wishes are the ones, As moments fold, He too hums along.

A Realization

Vast world of azure space, Spread its wings of tranquility, Lifts up the child of its own, Into the lap of the Mother Nature.

A realization in the sound of silence, Mamuring prayers of heavenly mountains, Sweet breeze of rainbow hills, Gallants trudge towards the freedom.

Apple countenence of beloved one, Pure milk rivulets content, Nectar pours to the garden, Replenishes the green fields of cedars.

Mild dews of the morning mist, Tender carpet of daises, angel treads, Spirited cascades shine forth, Lend thine ears to the skylarks.

Aroma wrapped bouquet gifts, Instills the scents of the higher realms, Bounteous fragrance of willowed promises, Fresh blades gaze at the sun.

Being cheerished for what adorn, The strength and softness of being touched, Sings in the sun and shower, Radiates souls in little oceans,

Gyalutsang
ENDURANCE

bY Gyalutsang

A sickle in a dark zone, An evening of a snowy night. Each shadow and silhoute looms large, Voices of wolves and jackals.

A walk on the dreary sands, Life and hope of holding the sands, Parched journey with heavy shoulders, Blazing sun tortures the eyes.

A lump in the throat, A heart strings with stones, Reeling life with questions, One is chased in the mountains.

Peas like dreams, thrown at the large windows, In the rain of troubles, Gasping for air in a whirpool, A breath separating the life and death.

The songs which he does not share, The dances which sould not be a part of, A prison of one's own making, Or a baby born to a mad mother.

Yet cling to the some one unknown, Gazing at the stars from the gutter, A bride nearly takes off, Gaurdian angel about to be spoken.

Convulsion
Convulsion

River of milk runs in a vale, An abode being liberated, Saints and scholars habitat, Ambassadors are around the world.

Nationals and a land, Parallel paths to a destination, Melting giants within and without, Education seeps into sands like water.

Past, present and future in perfect, Marriage of convenience as pursuance, Freedom of anarchy and the/mock/o/crazy, Live grateful happy life and gratitude.

The poor living life a king size, Lives and a struggle in travails, In wed of conundrums and mysteries, Faith and reasons are alike.

Mind has become free as same burns else where, Like a people lost in individuals, Every barrel has fallen on deaf ears, Butchered animals hoardings some where.

Education

Oval eyed lady watches and reads, Sits as if stamped upon the chair And attached is study. Flask of water, Fished in to a black leather handy.

With sweat and heat, scribble what might, Hindi, or English throughout the paper, Whispering and crackling, be watchful, Abruptly are answering the nature call.

Door ajar, room 202, second floor, Railway station fans, light in day, Reebok and Nike poor cousins around, Windows giant and wee are absent of panes.

Actually a temple and a sacred sanctuary, Romance centre, I Love You as motto, Woman comes and goes with tumbling glasses, Seemingly more ladies engaged here.

Looks dismal, work in progress¬ Dusty stairs, dark lanes, I Love You walls, Scratchy broken white black board, Rainbow, clouds, birds, and red like fire sun, Nicely drawn are on the assembly site.

What balance between freedom and discipline¬¬¬¬? Illustrate your answers with suitable examples! Self knowledge and self mastery - discuss, Education is to be life long learner - comment.

`Half an hour left`, said she, whiling deep into, Everything You Desire, A Journey through IIM, A National Best seller. Whispers and cracklings grew including the bouncer.

== Forever!

A second ticks bye to an hour worn, Setting sun waves for the day by went, Every cry of the lamb just born: It's the beginning of an end.

A lightning in the firmanent's well, None knows when to toll the death's bell, The time pays the visits abruptly: Belief is a road to be long and lonely.

Stores of gold, silver or what may, Not a piece will cling with us away, As born singly like a star and one, Have will a journey that to be lone.

Never an eternal to live or age, Indifference will spin the bill, Merits and guilts as the baggage, Upon forced on shoulders without a will.

Joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure, From beginning till the end, will treasure, Always and forever as changes, Like the flowers on the ranges.

White and dark paths diverge, Destiny impels to drink the beverage, In the front or the behind, we know not, All know we, this life and this knot.

LLS ==

'Walls'

Over the mountain to the down, Or from the lawn up to heaven, Will see and know but no words and act, As walls spread like sea.

Youth and aged, do meet actually, Salt, sugar or peepers do mix, Blood like water runs everywhere, For a nut, social is hammer.

The Fox is always at the door, Narrow laws will raise hell, Will prove the intent, Slowly or fast.

Trapped in laws of the time, Dead are still not dead, It is invisible yet potential, To wrap you in fresh hide.

Justice is like mirage, Will never touch, Fox will write legend, As coulourful as rainbow.

And someone`s gone, Will never see the light, even shown, Like horses by river bed, Or Hanna Schmitz.

DREAMS
'''Dreams ''' Washed away dreams, Ocean of tears flow on, For all love, I am all alone, Every ebb and flow in your name.

Sing along busy life, surf on yonder man, Every sand knows what writ have written, Shady bowers of our home, The golden eye of our hope.

Walking with stuff is not blind, Every silent is not a dumb, Like pebbles it exists, And ocean moves on.

Sun rises and dawn falls, Close your eyes to see it, Each note resonates, Never listen to hear it.

Sages said, `life regenerates`, Like flowers and bees, And shade and body.

Washed away dreams, Ocean of tears flow on, For all love, I am all alone, Every ebb and flow in your name.

Saint

Lovely visage shines forth, Know not why line was drawn, Why on earth thou dwell, Though thee belonged to heaven.

What can we do, One is god, other is mere hapless, Can't pay gold for every bloom, Nor a sword be thrown heaven ward.

When the play goes on the centre, We are on the fringes or brink, Thou hath just begun, yet all ended, Like godly pearls and human tears.

A ball being played with foibles, Pendulam swings on and on, Or still water runs deep, Wind swept marks on sands of time.

It seems fate matters and nothing, Thou are god, or none other, What use of water and blood, Compact in flesh, blood, bone, bile.

Some other time in some other space, Like brother and sister, father and son, As all roads lead to Rome, Like rivers, we will meet in ocean.

Thou keep on shining forth, When eyes are up to heavenly stars, Write your pain in golden ink, And say, "I am a saint, yet ...".

Fate

As you tie knot, Under the sun and flowers, Such happiness we know not, Friends and family as followers.

Colourful tails stalk like shadows, Innocents suffer the pangs of separation, Love, hatred and betrayal, which is which, Silhoutes, mirages and mona lisa.

A crack on the beautiful porcelian, No matter useful it was, Story of ephemeral moon and floating cloud, A masterpiece lying in tatters.

"Like flower your visage has changed, Fate has consumed our love, Like peas thrown at the pane, It has always remained a dream".

" Together we've crossed great walls and mountains, Yet today, you're afraid even to cross a stream: Swimming in the sea of excuses, doubts and hope against hope, And dared to ride the pending strom all alone". Angels spread wings for have not, Happiness and love you merit, As you tie the knot, With applauses and salutes we writ.

VOID
Void

Railway tracks upon a beautiful woman, Kidney stolen and ovarous cysts.

A millioner living on water and biscuits, No cause to live by; lucky offsprings enjoy.

The handsome gangstar encountered, Harleydavidson for younger brothers.

Cut short was the precious life of a patriot, Why not me? Whose life is a cycle of relapses.

A rich couple with no gifts, As parents can't be bought in market.

The beggers and their puppies, Day and night dream for a bag of dollars.

Suprise gift to a humble brother, Living barbie doll or a fair neice.

When whole world is asleep, A scribbler is awake.

Tomatoes and eggs being thundered, The poor star rethinks public demand, Performance or the egg - scrambles?

For a plain bread without the butter.

Friend

Never have imagined meeting like you, Never knew I would be in heaven too, It was hard to make life's view; Forget the past and hold on to.

Just at a glance; a stone melts, In a wink; a door opens, A thought made the wanderer halts, Pride soars where eagle bans.

From the halo sifting hair, Light falls on dungeon soul, Of congenial the visage sole, I too started to smile onward here.

The light in thy eyes, Began I too rise in hopes, The sight of beauty that in lies, It is as such without lopes.

Thy shades which grace in, A life remains so peace, Occur alike being when seen, Sole heart burns for thy piece.

Thou sing in rivulets nature, Reminds the songs so unsung, The warmth heart thy lure, Kindle other up life's rung.

Aromatic pure sandals spread, The world of stink decayed, Street men have butter and bread, Offer thou compassionately not delayed.

Drizzle rains for buds to bloom, Lost none in labyrinthine gloom, Forgotten mountains’ freedom rite, Ignorant awakens to a clear site.

Art thou beauty, life, truth and reasons! Hath no mind to fight or argue blind, Pure and untouched by ills all seasons, Art all friends never declined.

The staff to grand old man, Need is till the end of journey, For art we friends in vain, Will go when days aren’t sunny!

The Presence

Sorrow or Happy, near or far, what fate we be thou hold all, When frowned or hurt, forbears a compassionate soul, Holy wheel of Dharma, thou turn in worldly existence, A Pure Lotus in defiled pond of ignorant fence.

Precious life; mundane acts play humans of bile, Still thou radiate thy Sun in effervescent smile, Fury tides or devilish darkness when cometh, Thou mighty Kailash still remains stilth.

Guatama, Sambhava, Atisha, Tsongkha or Naro, Marpa and Milarepa; thou dwell immemorial in row, As stars in heaven; thy presence in variety, Thou without is life dark and miserable infinity.

Peace and compassion embodied in one, Whom sentient beings are thy child lone, Avilokiteshwara; thou the compassionate cross, Kindly hold hands till the ocean across.

Violent erupts where not or the tides of darkness? Thy lamp of Way Middle dispels ignorant illusion-ness, Thou honoured the Nobel for all sentient, Light the world thou holy sun of patience!

'Mahatma' in lions and a wrinkled 'Mother' in sari sigh, 'King' with a bullet; white doves soar high, One nurtures the other; each an incomplete without the other, May bless we be of saints such for eternal further.

Missive

Sonam, dear to know, hear and see you, Where a search pleasure been and a heart gladdened, Advices and suggestions have I none to view, For are you better than me in field thousand.

Am I for burdened with questions million, Suffer why goods and happiness don the evils, Cat kills a mouse rather saves from the lion, Laws, compassion and reasons where did yield?

The highest of highs said, ‘of course I'll see! I'm too busy now', complaints for begged I, Wars, rows and rifts have ripped giant and wee, Found some and some not in search for an equal eye.

Fire, storms and tornadoes; have you got the gut? Tried I pangs here and agonies there, Fair be trial shall and know not where, Snows, ice, wind and dust bear, be it glass or hut.

Little mad, idiosyncrasies and bitter sweet, Unsaid vast and said a little of life and its ephemeral, Here today and gone tomorrow of life to tweet, Know I not what to and where to of things in real.

Ephemeral

Every seconds ticks bye to an hour worn, Setting sun waves for the day by went, Every cry of the lamb just born; Means it's the beginning of an ant.

Life is a light in the firmament's well, None knows when to toll the death's bell, When the time pays the visit abruptly, Belief is the road to be long and lonely.

Stores of gold, silver or what may, Not a piece will cling with us away, As born singly like a star and one, Will have a journey that to be lone.

None's life is eternal to live or age, Time of indifference will spin the bill, Merits, virtues and sins are the baggage; Force upon a shoulder without a will.

Joy and sorrow or pain and pleasure, From beginning to the end; to treasure, Nothing is permanent as thing changes, Will too we like flowers on ranges.

White and dark paths diverge, Destiny impels to drink the beverage, Just like floating clouds in the sky, Karma and the law of causality are why.

The Light of the World

The wish-fulfilling jewel, The source of all being well, The ocean of wisdom, love and peace; The Light guides the life on lease.

The holder of Lion Throne, At home modest thou born, The Buddha of compassion, Thou release the prisoners of passions.

The heart of the Tibet, Thy palace Potala under the Red, The sanctity of Tibet's skies, Laughing Buddha; pain and age belies.

The beauty of Tibet's nature, Mirrors in thy heart and feature, The purity of Tibet's rivulets, Songs of Dharma in a vale's blades.

A boat, a bridge and a passage For journey beyond or of this age, The doctor, the medicine and the nurse, To whom who are under the life's curse!

Thou art the 'King', Thousands hapless under the wing, Thou art the 'Mother', Of orphans and abandoned rather.

Thou art the 'Mahatma', Under the tyrant yoke of Yama, Thou art the 'Light of the World', Dispels the darkness and ignorance hold.

The Light of the World

The wish-fulfilling jewel, The source of all being well, The ocean of wisdom, love and peace; The Light guides the life on lease.

The holder of Lion Throne, At home modest thou born, The Buddha of compassion, Thou release the prisoners of passions.

The heart of the Tibet, Thy palace Potala under the Red, The sanctity of Tibet's skies, Laughing Buddha; pain and age belies.

The beauty of Tibet's nature, Mirrors in thy heart and feature, The purity of Tibet's rivulets, Songs of Dharma in a vale's blades.

A boat, a bridge and a passage For journey beyond or of this age, The doctor, the medicine and the nurse, To whom who are under the life's curse!

Thou art the 'King', Thousands hapless under the wing, Thou art the 'Mother', Of orphans and abandoned rather.

Thou art the 'Mahatma', Under the tyrant yoke of Yama, Thou art the 'Light of the World', Dispels the darkness and ignorance hold.

No Exit

At the peak prayed I for good, Didn't realize of the mood, Years in hell; remorse ever known, Woe of tender youth full blown.

A fish out of water tumbles for habit, Hoppers earnest for caterpillar to share bit, Drags on streets of insults and laughter; Who is warm, the better and the brighter.

Wondered never; good be met with evils, If so is human; what's need for devils, UFO for questions and suspicions bombarded, Neither banged against the wall nor had lambasted.

Jealous devils of ignorance and desires, Life's a hollowness; who perspires or inspires? Fortunate to know; little lose to be kind, The wick within is neither diminished nor blind.

Education or conscience with compassion without, Horns, tails, claws and beaks will thwart, Pride of nothingness raises mountain high, Self dipped in sewage laughs to such nigh.

Within, without, far and beyond is prisons bind, No exit for hundreds failed the attempt, Wakes every solemn prayer to fluttering wind, When be to fly out the cage with no unkempt.

Orphan

Once had the shoulders to lean, Dreams shared, hopes felt and a stranger to fear, Cheerful countenance, bubbly smile and clean, Respect and dignity I much bear.

People knew me for good kind deeds, Where went I, would they be in cheer, Fond were parents to share others' beads, At every door welcomed was I as so dear.

Too small was I to judge the who's who, Said the mom 'he is your kind uncle', For me sweet candies he did do, Yet often saw beating the mom with buckle.

Mum retorted 'it’s my own fault', Dad said 'he is her brother', Even though was dad well and bold, In case this, didn't he bother.

Sound health of father young breathed last, Gathered at home, crowds at least a week, Shattered was world; a beautiful mother in aghast, Never in life, saw little eyes her so weak.

Within days and nights she joined to him, Now was crowd larger than the last, So were the fate and the sun dim, Heaven mine started to bust.

Too being small, did I cry? Was it all happened as in dream state, Knew not, was it matter mine to touch and try, Realized when, late too was it to debate.

To settle the score tried I to fight, Witnesses finding; culprit uncle or whoever, All in day light, everyone at the sight, Away whisked was I for reasons whatever.

Still knows world well, for who am I? Denied was justice with lip-service, More like drama, became I a focus of every eye, Such is the rule of law in many ways.

I'm nobody's child, I'm an orphan, I'm T

Phoenix

Exile won't end sooner, For the lone warrior, Hath this tale to linger.

For a man used to liberty, In snow land had I everything, Nor a blind to things of beauty, So sun at Potala radiated even on non-living.

At night so shined moon from Tashi Lhunpo, Day or night made no difference at all, Was life blessed so for long ago, Unasked was I so for heaven more all.

From the eastern land of demons, Clouds of devils canopied the sky, Humans and animals all moaned as, Now storm shook all near by.

Tender age at twenty and one, Forsaken a hearth and young wife, Rode the Black Beauty for lone, For Tibet had been never so rife.

Baby girl of one and a half old, Parents in ere forties in the vale, At the blink of an eye, life of gold; Happiness vanished as rainbows over dale.

Flying daggers on the horse's back, Blood dripping from the enemy's heart, What a joy for freedom's sake, For Beauty which rode like a hart.

When Beauty is not with Rider, What use for the golden saddle? A soul in the deserted winter, He aches a lot for the lost battle.

In the land of rice, Reside with fervent prayer, So in Tibet phoenix to rise, Complete Independence or higher.

Is not yet to return, At age of fifty seems bit late, For brief it be in life's turn, I had moved the earth and heaven for a better fate.

Nothing to be regretted for deeds, Glad am I for the petty what done, Now Tibet in your lap bids; For the youth and the beauty to be a brave one!

It's better to die blood soaked, Than to flatter or to cajole the one loathed.

THE SHATTERED MIRROR
THE SHATTERED MIRROR The madding crowd searches for wishes, The hurried steps of thousand feet, The honk for the cow like a king, Gandhian notes being exchanged incessantly.

The dispossessed father eyes every plate being emptied: When daily wagers have lunch and leisure. The sister has become mad: The brother is in prison.

Thousand dreams trampled under those feet, People run in rain like rats, Gutted drainages wail for you and me, Door and windows shut or shuttered.

The back bone of the family, Whom siblings hope to hope for, Young man in his early thirties, He was caught in alleged abuse.

She is tired of rubbing floor or washing dishes, She wants to be free perhaps in her way, To be mad on our behalf, Crop hair or dirty clothes she cares.

Solace spiritual men and women in maroon: Bemused by these images in shattered mirror, Such are the ways of this or next, Of those who walk the talk with living corpses.

RED
RED One rises in dawn, Prostrate and pray with hope When the world is at sea peace, Watered bowls are offered to the Jewels.

Yellow wheels drive on and on, Men, women and children in queue, No tears for all unanswered, For thee there is always a next.

The	giant	flames in the air, Freedom rite for this and the next, A rosary splits into the beads, Machine guns and riot gears zeroed on.

Revolution at its nascent, A Long look towards home, Fresh blood for a freedom, An inch is closer to the shore.

A mother cries for her lone son, An empire’s feet splintered, The tale of Buddha and a tigress, Tryst with the destiny in dawn.

The dwelling is unusual tidied, Portrait of the Sun on the bed, Sacred milk scarves offered, As sign to come back afterward.

‘None will give	thou a freedom,	equality or liberty, If thou are a man, take it from table.’

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