‘aN eVeNiNg RePoSe’

Leh                                                                                                     12:15 am

What are the two lines

Of your favorite tragic song

That somehow reminds you

 Of that night, so very long

The little Pink mirror

Somewhere in your purse

Where you often search for yourself

As smiling at it you rehearse

  To look at this frozen world

For which your beauty isso beyond

And you heal with yourtouch

 This emptiness around

To know that someday

You will read these words of love

Isto beheard at a distance

 Like that purple blinded dove

   Sodeeply lost who is

In the vastness of your sea

That he reasons to himself

If he should just let you be

From your sea, he knows

He would drink his final fill  

He’ll breathe in your fragrance

 Before it all goes dark and still

 Your presence is so ever growing

 Like those stories in the wild

 I shall sing these songs ofyour beauty

Like a faraway home sick child

eMONK

‘WiTh NoWhErE eLsE tO gO’

  

Ladakh                8: 25 15/04/2012

Sometimes you stop to listen

To the sounds of this dim lit street

telling you stories of those frozen moments

When I had none else to meet

The story of some random wonderers,

Who always will be by

Who live in dreams of a beautiful tomorrow 

Never asking why

At times the journey gets tough and asking 

At times the walk is long

 Driven by their imagination  

With their will somewhat strong

 They will walk the distance 

And with glory will claim the times

For there is nothing else they want 

Just a prose for you that rimes

 They would burn in placid agony

With a silent bow so low

But then there are those lonely moments 

When there’s nowhere else to go

eMONK  

‘bAcK tO tHoSe moUnTaInS I sO bElOnG’

Coffee house M.T.                                                                        2:13 pm 8^th April/12

The roads on these endless journeys

 Now it goes all up hill

To the blue of the sky

And to the Orange of my cat

 Awaiting on the sill

To the barren land of peace and silence

The land of my childhood dreams

The land of Abiley Memeley Nonoley Chocholey

 Of lakes; of crystal streams

 Twisting and turning this road

 For a long time we both had been there

Like a serpent from a story book

It leads me everywhere

Leading me to my street and alley

 To the prayer flags on my front door

To reach the valley of the rising sun

To feel it; to breadth it; just once more

The white of those apricot flowers

In late mountain Spring

The sparrows chirping throughout the mornings,

Who knows what all they sing

And the flavors from my mother’s kitchen

 Traveling to my bed

 Is how I remember those special mornings

 Of being home as I think I already said

This long awaited homecoming

Makes me feel so strong

As the roads of these endless journeys

Take me back home

To the place where I shall wait for you

 To the mountains I so belong 

eMONK

'wHeRe sHe wOnT gIvE iT a NaMe'

M.T.                                                                                        10:34 5/March/2012

  

She lights an evening candle

At the church on the Rebel hill

And seeks your kind mercy

For questioning Thy holy will

 Her eyes swollen

Of tears from last night

 Drained by passion she lies 

 Still in the morning light

 In vain she tries to behold

My truth in her dear soul

For she a princess from the royals

Me a rebel from the hole

  She lies scattered

Like a dream in my bed

Daughter to him,

 He, who had placed a bounty on my head

When I moved to saddle

 She called me by my name

And in her eyes then I saw

 My life would never be the same

She felt slain

By love and passion in her mind

 And seeks Thy forgiveness

Pray Thou be so kind

To free her  

From this longing so strong

To flow in Thy fountain

Not feeling so wrong

 It’s been three full moons

Since I have her on the run

Since we rode in the shade

 And we bath in the sun

Her sweet little life

So vibrant in the wild

When she jumps in the waterfall

She laughs like a child

I’ll walk her through the seven seas

And we ‘ll live in a world to be

Wherefrom we don’t have to run anymore

And from there it ends in Thee

Till then I pray we don’t depart

 Till then will hold on to you

I will fight his royal pursuit

And the bullet with my name too

I have been
a rebel all my life

Without any family

I never had a wife

Lets not give it a name

 She says

As the world with names

 Has its ways

eMONK

‘tHy DeViNe BaLaNcE’

M.T.                                                                            3:43 pm 01 April 12

  

I have traveled Thy land
And in Thy waters have I sought  

To everything that there is
There is somewhere a naught

In the abundance of Thy world
 There is Thee in dismay of a draught

In thy flower I have bloomed
And in Thy sword have I fought

In Thy freedom am I free
In my search for Thee am I caught

  In Thy light was I blind
 Thy ignorance had me taught

What I searched in Thy evenings
Thy mornings had me brought

For thy love I have acted
In thy action have I thought

To everything that there is
There is somewhere a naught

eMONK