Friday, November 21, 2014

Wine and Sorrow


Wine and Sorrow

Like  splattered paints on the rugged floor
Deep with color, dull though art
The sky turned dark and so his mood
From lonesome pain to fearsome sore
In thoughts of love and hearts apart
Moaned his soul in doleful brood.

In a candle-lit corner stiff he sat
Staring his copy on bottles shown
The wrinkled lips in his frozen thoughts
Sunk his jaws in distant wait.
Conscience fell like a breaking bone
Wrestling his breath for the losing bouts.

The ale was but an emotional cage
Buried were pains yet scars laid bare,
The wrinkle lines were painted red
With wine-borne sorrows adding rage.
He stood with head bent above fear
And took his way his trembling feet led.


Analysis of “Wine and Sorrow”

“Wine and Sorrow” portrays a lonely man attempting to suppress the pain of lost love through alcohol. Rather than freeing him, the wine intensifies his grief, fear, anger, and emotional instability. The poem’s movement—from sitting rigidly in isolation to walking away on trembling feet—suggests not recovery, but continued suffering and uncertainty.

In the first stanza, the evening sky mirrors the man’s emotional darkness. The image of “splattered paints on the rugged floor” creates a disordered, almost expressionistic setting. His sadness gradually changes into something more severe: “From lonesome pain to fearsome sore.” Thoughts of separation overwhelm him, and the phrase “doleful brood” captures his prolonged, inward mourning.

The second stanza brings the reader into a candlelit corner where the man sits motionless, staring at his distorted reflection in the bottles. His “wrinkled lips,” “frozen thoughts,” and sunken jaws suggest age, exhaustion, and emotional paralysis. His conscience “fell like a breaking bone,” a powerful simile indicating sudden inner collapse. The reference to “losing bouts” presents his struggle as a fight he is no longer strong enough to win.

The final stanza reveals the poem’s central message: alcohol is not an escape but “an emotional cage.” Although the wine temporarily buries his pain, the scars remain exposed. The redness of his face may suggest intoxication, shame, anger, or accumulated suffering. The ending—“He stood with head bent above fear / And took his way his trembling feet led”—leaves him defeated and directionless, guided by intoxication rather than purpose.

Major themes include:

  • The pain of lost or separated love
  • Loneliness and emotional repression
  • Alcohol as a false form of escape
  • Conflict between conscience and desire
  • The transformation of sorrow into fear and rage

The poem uses strong visual imagery, especially darkness, candlelight, bottles, wrinkles, redness, and trembling feet. The wine functions as a symbol of temporary relief that ultimately becomes imprisonment. The sky reflects the speaker’s mood, while the “breaking bone” and “losing bouts” express the violence of his internal struggle.

Overall, the poem is a a dark psychological portrait of a man whose attempt to drown sorrow in wine only deepens his emotional wounds.


Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Nature Boy


The Nature Boy

A boy of six came down my way,
Wild and carefree in his play,
Silver mucus beneath his nose,
Like frozen dew upon a rose.

His tangled hair was crowned with clay,
Dust from the games that filled his day;
Soft bubbles rose with every breath,
Then burst as quietly as dreams meet death.

His little face, with earth stained brown,
Held trails where tears had wandered down,
Carving rivers through the grime,
And resting on his chin awhile.

No jewels bright, no borrowed art,
Could match the beauty nature wrought;
In every tear, a strength shone through
Untamed, unspoiled, and wholly true.

A child of earth, of wind and sky,
Where laughter blooms and tears run dry;
Nature’s son in raw embrace,
Wearing childhood on his face.


On the Wings of Wind

On the Wings of Wind

I don’t fear to grow anew
Finding solace in solitude grew
It isn't soft but ably I chew
The memories I weave yet never few
My wings flap full on conscience true
Passions high at patience adieu.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Your nuts are safe

Your nuts are safe

I have heard my uncle say
A simple truth on Farmers' day.
He said it plain but clear and loud
To two if counted him for crowd.

Make a garden in your field 
Plant some nuts and wait for yield.
You have nuts but monkeys feed
Let no anger breed like weed.

If with heart your field be filled
Nuts grow for a plenty yield.
Fences stands no defenses build
From monkeys if no monkeys shield.

A nut from field and a monkey trapped
An organic catch if plan be matched.
Chain him high to a pole mid field
Your nuts are safe, just be thrilled!










Thursday, May 1, 2014

Happy Teachers' Day (2nd May, 2014)

Happy Teachers' Day (2nd May, 2014)


To all my Teachers, past and present
The world has become a beautiful place
To live and lead a life so pleasant 
With your love and gracious grace
Embedded in your attitude in diverged magnitude
Exposed through teaching and disposed through guidance
I with  pleasure pay my gratitude
And submit before you in devoted obedience.


                                                           HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY


                                                     "To teach is to learn first"  

                                 Teachers of Trongsa Primary School, (Walking the Ant walk)


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Cover

The birth of Anthology of Soul's Whisper....

Cover: Anthology of Soul's Whisper, Vol. I
Design: Thinley Jorden (2009)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

A Bird on the Bough

A Bird on the Bough

On one Sunday as I say
It was not a fine sun day
The sky roared in angry tone
And frightened the bird that lived alone.

Quickly was I soaked in rain?
As I placed my feet in vain
Lightening snapped my ugly shape
Thunder joined to jeer with claps.

I and the friend trees trembled hard
The branches broke and fell with thud
Only a small bird on the bough

Perching firm was what I saw.