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..
.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
..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
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
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
So It's A New Morning
..so its a new morning..i can hear the birds chirping..still having hangover from yesterdays party..now every break up seems like a party..they say love is life..but for me love has always been chimeric..for me friends have been life..and friendship..a madness..have always loved their company..we all know of the story of the moth and the flame..and the fate moth meets..the same is my story..the vicious cycle goes on.. ...so its a new morning..yesterday i have buried in the cacophony of Sean Paul's song..gyrating myself out of a hopeless story..i was chasing a mirage..chasing a shadow..they say love is strange..it is really strange..strange is life.. ...so its a new morning..and i used to talk to her..for hours..listening to her laughs..her jokes..a friendship soon boiled into love..a beautiful feeling..that was indeed love..i felt it..umpteen times..they say love just happens..you never know and by the time you realize you are already deep into it..it does not need reason.. ..so its a new morning..one more page adds to my book of defeat.. i am again lamenting a broken song..one more dream gone wrong..
.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..
While I Puff
...while i puff..
..that makes me cough...
...when the smoke from my cigarette billows..
...the space between death and me shallows..
..i take puff from my CIGARETTE joyfully..
..He laughs for he has started killing me softly..
..as the mouth of my cigarette becomes brightening red..
..i knowingly poison myself with more doses of lead..
..inhale in deeper my friend ' singay ' says...