The Miner's Diary

My Heart Fears, How Can I Explain? My Eyes Bleed Tears, These Unconditional Pain! Missing You Is Limitless, My Soul Will Search For You, Life Without You Is Dreamless, I Don't Wana Whisper You Adieu! Time Runs Short, Not To Think Of You, Love Grows Like Sprout, Yet, It's Akin To The Morning Dew! I May Be Silent, To The Extend By Far, And Sometimes May Be Voilent, But You Are To My Heart So Near!  Leaving You Behind,  Is Part Of Your Soul In Mine, With All These Emotions Defined,  I Wrap My Heart That I will Be Fine!  My Body Will , One Day Become Mortal, But My Soul Shall Be In Love Seal, And My Love For You Shall Be Eternal! Photo courtesy: Hongzhi Li

My door is always closed but open for you all. I will welcome everyone with all my joyful heart. You can always make your visit at your nature call. You can feel free to breathe your lungs out with fart. I often serve you at the lowest pay for your highest job. I see no rich or poor but offer my service at same rate. I always maintain your privacy behind the closed knob. I always care your waste well as you did just after you ate.  You visit me with your sick face but you return with smile. You walk confidently to your place with your relaxed mind. I want you to be at your best health to walk strong extra mile. These vital services I deliver to you all is never your hard find. I do offer extra services to you beside preserving your feces. For some I offer my room as their own hot chimney tower. For some my safe space provide the briefest romance places. I surrender you my secure space as it is under your full power.  Yet I get the least gratitude from the same patient I treate...

When the doors are closed, the windows are always open. So, let us look outside from inside. This lockdown may be nightmare for many of us but blessing in disguise for those who live the real life. It is the time to unlock ourselves inside out. It is the time we explore what is really Inside. Inside our house. Inside our garden. Inside our community. Inside our country and most importantly inside our Mind.  Is our house clean enough to be safe from any common diseases not to mention the deadly Virus called COVID-19 which has paralyzed the whole World? Does our house qualify to be called as Home with love and peace within? For we are guided by the philosophy of Gross National Happiness. Do we have some flowers in the garden to beautify our surrounding? Do we have some fruits and vegetables at least for self consumption? If not our National goal for self sufficiency would remain as far dream. Does our community have same goal and mindset? Or do we simply leave it to the elected Local...

Our forefathers probably didn't see a hospital in their lives but our generations life begins there and ends there. The first lap for them was their mothers while today's millennial was a the trained nurses in the labor room. It was then either at home or in the forest with or without delivery team. They were delicate and soft probably with closed eyes yet they grew strong and lived 100. The millennial was just opposite with open eyes to wink to the nurses and looked healthy yet it is hard for us to make through 60s. It was more of natural birth and healthy life they lived through unlike us in era of chemicals and drugs. We are the most advanced and comfortable generation to live on earth with the sophisticated technology today yet neither technology nor God is able to make humans most wished goal to live healthy and long possible. This is the irony of life. Thus, one is sure to visit the hospitals atleaset thrice in a life time even if one is healthy and strong. Some unfortuna...

  The Tourist Within by Tshering Denkar is about the amusing and thrilling stories of travel, nature, culture & tradition and some history of Bhutan. The book is divided into three chapters of Moments, Faces and Places. The author has put her persuasive story telling aptitude to hook the readers in every story until they complete the book. The narrative stories of her travel are inspiring and the documentary information of the places are truly enlightening.   The first chapter takes us through her beautiful journey right from how it all began. The author reflects inner calling of her passion into reality when she was asked, 'How is the world outside?' by her inmate student in Thailand. She then decided to come back home and explore Bhutan as a first female solo travel blogger & vlogger. Her first solo trip to Phobjikha in Wangdue would make us engrossed in the story where she meets crane Karma all by himself with his own reflection in the mirror. Coincidently the a...

We will be remembered, Only after we leave this World, That is too for a short while, And It's a bitter truth of our lives! Yes it's the society we live in, The surroundings we built in ages, Believing in the unnatural made system, Fighting within ourselves for inner freedom! Gone are the childhood days, Most of our parents already left, We remember them the day they exit, And we miss them when they're away! We forget to be with them, Each passing days of our lives, Because we are after chasing our dreams, The inside is all void like an empty beehive! Parents we become, We leave our children on their own, We are strict, either careless to go beyond, And we pretend to be engaged for their life! We send our troops in war, They sacrifice their lives for a country, Their medals of bravery are at graveyard, Aren't it be given before their defeated victory? Love and compassion we buried, In the name of power, politics and ego, Life we didn't really ...

My special love, Come over me, I  am waiting for you, Near this small lake view. I wana hold your hand, And grip in your palm, Close my eyes and calm, For I wana dive in your heart. Oh dear don't make me wait, For there is no much time left. Life Is short for us to waste, Run and embrace me dear. I am all yours by your side, Don't regret when I'm gone, Love me now and not in future, For there is no moment like better. I am overwhelmed by your love , I will Always love to love you, Whenever and where my dear, Come let's make love without fear. Oh my love please come, Don't make me wait so long, My soul is ready to merge thy soul, For I want to be a part of you forever. Come close your eyes, And kiss me over, My lips are waiting for yours, For you taste so loving! Hold me tight, And never let me go, I wana hold you back, And kiss you long and deep! Slowly we will dissolve, In each other's arm and body, Till we meet inside soul, For ...

We have Only One Earth, Let's see through our inner eye, And protect wisely from our heart, For we have little time left to say good bye! We came a long way, In this journey of celebration,  Yet we couldn't keep our greed at bay, Exploiting her in the name of conservation! Five decades of journey, What did we achieve from the plan? May be few of them and rest are memory,  For we occupied all space both in air and land! We are after morden life, Never foreseeing the nature in truth, Few minds realize to the path of true light, And we are still fine with the tree with no fruit! Let's act in our best, To implement the plans that was written, Right from the kitchen to industries' waste, For we ought to pass this legacy to our children!

  On 17 th May 2021, I sighted Black-headed Cuckooshrike in Nyoenpaling (Pugli-B), Samtse. I heard the call for the first time when I was working in my backyard kitchen garden. A few moments later, it showed up on a leafy Teak tree Tectona grandis. The gloomy weather affected my vision, and I thought the bird was Sultan Tit Melanochlora sultanea . The invasive birds around , the Red-vented Bulbul and a few Drongo species were territorial and restricted its entry into their area. The next day, I saw it again perching on a canopy tree near my kitchen garden. I could photograph its underparts and also recorded its call. I reviewed the photograph, but it appeared to be Large Woodshrike Tephrodornis virgatus and not Sultan Tit — as the gloomy weather falsified white belly as yellow the previous day. It    did not convince me owing to a poor photograph. I share...

  Thy name be perfect pronounced, For thou art manifest in profound. Seasons seldom thee visit plains, Yet thee never cease to flow again! Thy presence significant for ages, Though thou course took changes. Thee kept thy promise for eternal, For thou art exist pure and natural! Alas no more is thy fresh channel, Those that carried alluvial mineral. No more is those fertile paddy field, For there stand tall wall without yield! Insecure we became with thy purity, By our greed and lack of true clarity, For thy source exploited to destiny, Fools we are to claim for economy! Thy banks and beds are unearthed, Reason we spell to tame thy wrath, Like vultures in the carcass we feed, Defending we are with our own creed! Thy creation of those giant mountains, Will soon lose its natural fountains, For thou art been disturbed permanently, And never again that be so heavenly! Thee exists just by thy name for plenty, For only few know thy eternal  beauty. Tak...