Here, I tried to tell a story through the poem. It is essential that we try different mode of expression to express our feeling. Everybody is a poet by birth, only thing why someone cannot write a poem is he does not care to scribble it when it zooms by in his mind. Everybody is a singer, it is his/her wish to sing or not sing. This poem is dedicated by Tshering Namgay to his beloved Dechen Pelden. I post it on his request.
And I would proudly declare that I used the photographs captured by myself. It is captured using mobile, understand me. I am becoming passionate on photography every day. It is because I was inspired by Mr. Pema Namgay. I would pursue it…
“I can’t pluck the stars for you,
I can’t scoop the ocean for you,
But most precious of all jewels-Heart
I offered you with a bunch of flowers”
This I wrote one hundred and one times,
No answers yet, I howled madly into the echoless abyss,
Princess of my heart is the beauty queen of the college.
Even my best friend has zero knowledge on my crush with her,
All handsome tried once and failed once,
They relinquished and never tried again.
I am not so handsome and smart like them.
But I love her in crystal clear drop!
I missed the world since the day I saw her,
I built a castle in my heart,
I am the royal king in the palace,
And Dema, you are the beautiful queen…
I am begging the alms of your Love,
I became the flower in the burning desert,
I became flickering lamp in the wild wind,
I became the sun of the twilight.
We would laugh and cry but together,
Because your laughter and tears is mine too,
We would dance under a same umbrella in rain and shine,
As the flowers of a bunch.
One hundred and one times, today!!
I am never tired of waiting,
Agony of unrequited love intensified every day,
Princess of my heart and the cream of the college,
Came to the canopy with a bunch of flowers,
All startled, eyes wide opened…
Motionless! Extended silence!
Her juicy lips framed with a lipstick
Twinkling eyes throws the spark
that burns every boy’s heart
Moon-like face radiates light
Skin-tight red sleeveless shirt,
And knee-length blue jeans pant,
Cat walk, slim and long legs on green lawn.
I stood dazed off her path
My heart skipped the rhythm
Numbness crawled down the spine
Rubbing my back tremendously
And softness of the breeze knocked me,
And threw me to the land of rainbows,
I never knew when I lost the tears of joy,
Tears rolled down my cheek and perished,
I was held in her warm hug.
Every one clapped,
But for celebration?
Out of jealousy?
Out of appreciation?
Or for making fun?
“Unlike other with handsome countenance
You’ve beautiful heart,
A warm and affectionate palace
Love me as you always did,
Take this Dechen to the eternity of time with you
I wish the lamp of your love never dim.”
“A bunch of flowers in my Birthday
is more special than a golden ring.
I can survive the poverty but not the poverty of love.
I cherish small things with great intentions
than great thing with small intentions.
Sincere appreciations appeals more
than the dishonest flatters.
I am poor in deprivation of your love
Not when my purse run empty.
Protect me but don’t posses me.
Answer me when I ask “how?”
That makes me happy than anything.
As much as bees buzz and flies for nectar,
So much would I run in search of you.”
Next morning, news rippled far and wide,
All girls sent me numerous proposals
To unseen, unknown and unheard boy
Why only today?
Why not early?
Get hold of the beauty queen of the place
And everyone finds you handsome!
This is the game of love.
I’d never be the players of this game,
I swear I never betray Dechen,
She is mine and me her
We exchanged our hearts
If one dies, another can never survive.
Birds with same wings
Those fly and die together!