Memories of Megan in Bhutan

Gangtey palace greeted us
1st September 2004 it was
SNV welcomed me and I met Megan
Since then, our friendship just began
Tourism in her head, kindness in her soul
Fairness, honesty and professionalism, her goal
Supportive, helpful and genuinely kind in every role
She would just offer anyone with a dole
Time pushed and she was on a longer stay
As a manager her leadership skills was on display
Having worked under her dynamism,
It has only enhanced my optimism.
And at 8.30 am, 10 June 2006 a baby boy was born
He weighed 7lb 15oz, was 51cm long
Norbu Alexander Ritchie had dark hair and brown eyes in the Wodonga Hospital.
Vermont Streets Victoria, 3690 received flowers and messages in plenty.
Bhutan was fertile soil for her professional growth
From being an Advisor, to coordinator to director
From being a single to married and to a mother
Kinley Joy found the joy playing with her new brothers
Now as the family moves on to another place
May my wishes, hopes and prayers with God’s grace
Bless Megan and her family with success and happiness in life’s race
From being a jolly, happy and nice human, an epitome of divine human face.

(Note: this poem was written as a part of my farewell gift (album) when Ms. Megan, my country director left Bhutan for Laos PDR)

If…………..

If weaving be your passion
can I be the new trend and fashion?
If you wish to be corn in the field
Can I be the seed to yield?

If beggar gets your alms

Can I beg to sleep in your arms?

If smile makes you think
can I dare get you happy with a wink?
If your loom weaves intricate designs
Can I refuse, from this world to resign?

If yarns of threads defines intricately woven piece
Can my dream of being yours, be seized?
If you can laugh and smile at the changing seasons
Can I ignore the world laden with reasons?

If creativity is what you crave
In joy and happiness I will applaud and wave:-) :-):-)

Dream Girl

True, beauty and pure

She is: and my love, sure

Thinking of her, I lure

Wonder if there is cure.

“Magnolia like”, she is a bloom

With blond, neat and groom

A pair of expressive eyes

And a brain so wise

A smile with a face so cute

Beats my heart faster and makes me mute

All envy and fall for her, even the moon

I know, I should tell soon

How do I reveal her?

For I am so near yet too far

Damage to friendship, I fear

Yet, got so much of love, here

As the day breaks

And the world wakes

Nothing I do, but fall

In love with her—and that is all

Readers, tell me what life this, I should call ?

She wants to become a nun

 

She wants to become a nun like her

I didn’t update my blog for long
I forgot to sing any song
I do write thinly when mood swings
I preferred to keep within my heart’s wings
I am just a mortal as any
I live to weave dreams as many
I care to love and loved to be cared
I cry alone in the darkness
And I smile in the wilderness
I am earning grey hair
I am learning that life is just fair
I walk the empty hills
I meet with thousand thrills
Days glide and sun sinks
Nights slide and moon winks
Life’s journey continues in to unknown
When in life to have a wife, seed un-sown
Bright and tight living
She lives high up in the woods weaving
Here down alone in the dark
I hear the dogs bark
I met her not, yet I like her lot
She runs away and wants me to rot
Yet, I am all smiles 🙂
She wants to become a nun, while

(I have my best wishes if she really meant)

Strange Love

In love, to be yours, I claim
In life, to be with you forever, I aim
May be none on earth know you, and I just know your name
And that is all I need to know in love’s game

The more I follow you, the more you hide
The less you want me, the more gets my pride
The more I move closer to you, more you seem to wane away to the side
This way, since long, our life just got gliding and wide.

Water melon or Apple shaped or pear shaped you may be
All I care about is, how to get on with our lives and say ‘we’