Long day today...right in the morning we walked to the restaurant called Nittany Lion Inn ....where we were picked up President's bus entourage and it took us to his residence where the couple greeted us and introduced to all the trustees. Tail gate party before the football. The students with music and theatrics major presented songs and theatrical and it was so great. We enjoyed a lot there. People, food, sunshine, friends, ice cream....then we were escorted to the stadium with 70 dollar ticket. We were seated in his box, it was a Royal treat!
Then we watched football, Penn State played against Temple. They were in the lead during the first quarter but later on we caught up and defeated. The noise, the cheer leaders, girls shouting, music, giant screens and mics playing familiar and collegial music. In the box, we had just about anything, from chips to burgers to ice creams to beer. It was a day in Paradise! Fantastic.
I wish such pleasures of life be blessed with other people to besides me. Thanks to Humphreys, Bhutan and Khecho sum.
Now m on the bed staring at my computer, trying to listen to Buddha bar you tube music, kind of smooth and rhythmic..trying to relax and heal and take stock of what to do after now. Now and nowness!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Children of Lesser Tenants
What might lead someone who owns
a house to ask such a question?
Does such a person’s heart made of
Knotted tissues of oak?
Does such a person see other fellow humans
As some kind of alien occupants?
Has commerce hardened their souls
Have they forgotten that they
Are also temporarily existing on earth?
I dare write these verses as those concrete
Owners may never read them!
When my cousins went looking for
Vacant flats
They encountered a matron-like owner
Who asked “Do you have children”?
Also commandeered “I will rent out only
to those who have few or no children.”
Is this what the world is coming to?
Or am I just idealizing my text book
Values and morals which now seem to
Seep down the drain of every towns and
Sewers?
Shall I stay atop the nearest tree?
But I can’t live there forever,
And I can’t fly like birds.
Nor creep like creatures in the dark.
How monstrous?
Of those who dread presence of children,
The very icon of humanity!
No Tenancy Act shall resolve such Monstrous act!
March 2010
a house to ask such a question?
Does such a person’s heart made of
Knotted tissues of oak?
Does such a person see other fellow humans
As some kind of alien occupants?
Has commerce hardened their souls
Have they forgotten that they
Are also temporarily existing on earth?
I dare write these verses as those concrete
Owners may never read them!
When my cousins went looking for
Vacant flats
They encountered a matron-like owner
Who asked “Do you have children”?
Also commandeered “I will rent out only
to those who have few or no children.”
Is this what the world is coming to?
Or am I just idealizing my text book
Values and morals which now seem to
Seep down the drain of every towns and
Sewers?
Shall I stay atop the nearest tree?
But I can’t live there forever,
And I can’t fly like birds.
Nor creep like creatures in the dark.
How monstrous?
Of those who dread presence of children,
The very icon of humanity!
No Tenancy Act shall resolve such Monstrous act!
March 2010
West and East…Also South
A visitor asked me a question
As of kinds of people here, I said
There are only three types.
One from west which includes
Everyone related to west through
History and geography and also
Biology too.
Another from south…nearer to plains
Whose language is little queer if one,
were to compare directly with other two.
And third from the east
Whose history is easily related
Only to ara and night-hunting,
For strange anthropological reasons!
The three shall live in times to come,
Mend their ways and like each other more.
They shall be little related, little queer and
Be little hunters in their quest for new meanings!
2009
As of kinds of people here, I said
There are only three types.
One from west which includes
Everyone related to west through
History and geography and also
Biology too.
Another from south…nearer to plains
Whose language is little queer if one,
were to compare directly with other two.
And third from the east
Whose history is easily related
Only to ara and night-hunting,
For strange anthropological reasons!
The three shall live in times to come,
Mend their ways and like each other more.
They shall be little related, little queer and
Be little hunters in their quest for new meanings!
2009
Streets Paved in Mold
The streets are paved
Not in gold but mold
A mere frivolous monsoon shower
Creates a seemingly Katrina
Roads flooded and sewers blocked
And the mold glistens when it is over
And dry.
Is that bureaucrat engineering?
Or engineers administering?
Will digging and burrowing
ever end here?
Concrete blocks bought at price
Divide the road into ugly halves
It is not us, it is not them either
It is we, all of us: FULLY
It is we who tolerate roads and inroads
Unplanned and unheeded
Into minds and conscience eroded
Ugliest sight on earth
Sacrilegious act unto the towns and cities
There is nothing left to blame
For the un-awakened don’t care day or night
(Monsoon 2008)
Not in gold but mold
A mere frivolous monsoon shower
Creates a seemingly Katrina
Roads flooded and sewers blocked
And the mold glistens when it is over
And dry.
Is that bureaucrat engineering?
Or engineers administering?
Will digging and burrowing
ever end here?
Concrete blocks bought at price
Divide the road into ugly halves
It is not us, it is not them either
It is we, all of us: FULLY
It is we who tolerate roads and inroads
Unplanned and unheeded
Into minds and conscience eroded
Ugliest sight on earth
Sacrilegious act unto the towns and cities
There is nothing left to blame
For the un-awakened don’t care day or night
(Monsoon 2008)
The white Magic
Like flakes of feathers the snow falls
Through the windows
Through crevices and on the open road
A million white cottons at a glance
Breathless view: three sixty delights
A thousand eyes could see no less
The white magic has smeared every entity
Into flawless mink
There are no discriminating colors
The world is simply bright
Everything has become one
There are no dimensions, no other color
No shape, no edges, simple luminosity
All things have merged into oneness of white.
Then I ask: Could minds be also be
draped unto the ultimate white?
Can people be feeling one and together?
Can there be a paint to keep?
Divided opinions and prejudice,
even if momentarily?
Can there be such harmony?
Such White Magic!
(Jan 2008
On the way to Paro)
Through the windows
Through crevices and on the open road
A million white cottons at a glance
Breathless view: three sixty delights
A thousand eyes could see no less
The white magic has smeared every entity
Into flawless mink
There are no discriminating colors
The world is simply bright
Everything has become one
There are no dimensions, no other color
No shape, no edges, simple luminosity
All things have merged into oneness of white.
Then I ask: Could minds be also be
draped unto the ultimate white?
Can people be feeling one and together?
Can there be a paint to keep?
Divided opinions and prejudice,
even if momentarily?
Can there be such harmony?
Such White Magic!
(Jan 2008
On the way to Paro)
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