Biography of Rigzin Namgyal
Rigzin Namgyal is a student of Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India.He is the author of Rigzin's Blog, a collection of poems.His poem ' the wild flower ' has been selected for publication by the Poets Corner group.
Rigzin Namgyal's Works:
soon to publish
Rigzin Namgyal Poems
beautiful girl, beautiful girl you are so powerful beautiful girl, beautiful girl i should have drawn a line
The Mountain And Me
..so here i am amidst the mountains.. ..just the mountains and me.. ..for its grandeur like a potent wine.. ..flows through every rock, every pebble..
O breathe a word or two of fire smile as if those words should burn me
in your light I learnt how to love in your beauty how to make poems you danced inside my chest where no one saw you
An Ode To My Mother
for every moan that escaped you during my birth every bit of my flesh i owe to you 'O Mother' in great pain did you bear me for my existence all my pain belittles in front of you ' O Mother '
Were You Jealous
..O wicked creature of gossamer wing... ..sashaying by that night i heard you sing.... ..you tiny monster how cunningly did you fly.. ..that night i saw the murderous, bloodthirsty look in your eye..
he was born poor.. his whole life.. he lived..plagued by po(v) erty.. his rich neighbor had a dog..
..i was caught unaware... ..was too timid but for her did i gulp the fear.. ..when she spoke i quivered... ...my body went numb as i shivered..
Silence And Symbols
i did not understand symbols you taught me symbols you gave me symbols we spoke in silence
.feeling Tired..: (
feeling so tired what should I do feeling so dull what should I do O God! ! ! what punishment I deserved from thee this exam is killing me
there lives a girl who's sugar and sweet it was destiny that made us meet armed with a cannon this pretty ' engineer ' is all set to conquer the world and domineer
While I Puff
...while i puff.. ..that makes me cough... ...when the smoke from my cigarette billows.. ...the space between death and me shallows..
come fairies take me out of this dull world to a place dats barren and cold to a society where none intrudes where i can find peace n my search concludes
.the Moon Up There..
..do ' you ' see the moon up there... ..why do ' you ' see only a half of it... ..when it is so round and beautiful.. ..the same way...my dear....there are many other things..
dwelling in an alien land
nurtured by the very divine hand
she's been there since ages
when she thinks of home she gets mirages
day and night she's been doing the toil
the day will come when she'll touch her own soil
loves goin out for hiking
i suddenly have started to 'feel' the liking