In strange place, one
strange war
In the mind:
War of feelings and
war of doubt.
Was it really a war
of love?
Or else war of
infatuation, he didn't know?
Her first glance, her
first smile;
Shot a cupid’s arrow
on bull’s eye:
Poor heart.
She passed by leaving
vivid memory,
Which wreck his sleep.
He wondered in search
of answer,
Everywhere he shouted
a loud that;
Oh the uncontrollable
heart!!
But the answer of
madness was “love”
Which every one get
touched by…
He denied several times, however,
Big question adjusted
in his small heart.
The days of agony
went on…
He asked here?
He questioned there?
He shouted here?
He asked there?
“Love” was the answer
anyways.
Definition of love
grew slowly:
He found heaven around
her
And, hell when apart.
Again his heart ache in
doubt,
"Do I really love her?
Oh my unbearable
heart!"
“No”, his brain
proclaimed,
But heart didn’t give
corporation.
War still prevailed
between,
Uncertain heart and
reasonable brain;
Heart with history
bearing testimony,
And brain with futile
infatuation,
Which weighted
equally in magnitude.
The infatuation for
lust,
The infatuation for
beauty,
Infatuation of
youthful age
Which everyone
touches by…
The sleepless nights,
The meals without
taste,
Bizarre joy
remembering her,
The
smile just a while
And tears of losing
her,
Where much stronger
reasons:
For brain to kneeled
down
With trophy of
victory
To his brave heart
And best wishes to
rule over her heart too…
Yes, he love her
And he promises to do what
ever
To win her heart for
his brave heart....
I never fail to dream, rather I fail
fulfilling it. I can dream epic in matter of seconds: dreams of success, dreams
of miracles, magic, legendary stories, adventures, where I am superhero and
many more. This eventually leading my every single seconds piling up just
dreaming. This leaves, no time fulfilling it. Possibilities are abundant
resulting into hopes that keeps my spirit of hopes going. Hope that never let
me work to achieve it instead keeps me occupied, just dreaming to come true
miraculously.
Recently
my maternal uncle came to Thimphu for check up regarding his bulged stomach and
I accompanied him in every procedure of the hospital. We were asked to consult
a surgeon after long wait of physician’s queue and brief examination. I went to
the counter to inquiry about the surgeon but they turned me down saying there
is no available surgeon at the moment and arrogantly asked me to come back
tomorrow. We followed the instruction and returned the next day. We were made
to listen the same reason, the shortfall of doctors. My uncle’s irritation of
coming again and again, compelled me to propose him for seeking a special
consultancy services. We finally met
with an surgical doctor who examined my uncle and eloquently explained
his conditions. My uncle was unsatisfied not because of the doctor’s quality
but he thought that if Dr. lotey who knows his case history could examine, then
it would have elucidated his follow ups convincingly. The rumor of Dr. Lotey
resigning soon for joining politics answered his hopes. 
In
golden years of earliest monarchs, history testifies the existence of Khadreps who served the royal court as
advisers with little of facts and figures and more of personal opinions according
to its time. Royal Advisory Council emerged, serving the purpose of Khadreps with limited available facts
and figures as the nation evolved. Now in democratic era, National Councilors
were supposedly the new era Khadreps.
As I see it, not much have evolved in the methods of advising which is in contrast
to abundantly available facts and figures in minimum usage and more of personal
opinions still prevailing. I am not in favor of people’s opinion that NC stands for “National Chatters” nor as
“Not Clear”, but what I do know is that, NC are the councilors who use the weapons
of facts, figures, reality, actuality, evidences and more over precise analysis
to support their advices for any policies of government. I am also not arguing
that councilors are unaware of their roles, but emphasizing on the potentiality
of NC to become well researched advisers. What we need to understand is that this
modern democratic time needs more of researched analytical views rather than
skills of conversation. 
In strange place, one
strange war
She passed by leaving
vivid memory,
He asked there?
“No”, his brain
proclaimed,
The infatuation for
beauty,
With trophy of
victory 
