snow over de lake 'tsongmo'

dis one just comes out of an old write up, dating 23rd dec. '06. written in a nostalgic streak ab't de lake tsongmo (pronounced as changgu) in sikkim. de lake as by legends was percussed to look forward in de future. de lamas could forecast ab't anything by just looking at de ever changing color of de water in de lake! de tsongmo so is spared from any kind of human touch. but does it? even if ye only all ab't being dere, on its inhumane, celestial face, ye sure go touched by something.

Snow over the lake ‘tsongmo’

Here, where rays come, so frail

it is sun’s oasis, hence he sleeps

ere a lonely hail.

shall we rest upon

before we free our sails.

and wind so dense by miles of veil

mist; as in a legendary tale

winding up some twisting stairs

shall we pedal upon them to heaven

before it rains.

magic, full of love and swains

a place, as if a lost refrain

Sung upon rhymes of her,

who found us in her verse.

Snow over the lake, of tsongmo,

no lily, no flow, no wave, no boat, though,

just snow, but not the one

which drops from skies,

a touch of water within,

it is born intrigue of Fay’s eyes.

She, comely and alone

here on the broken doors,

calling for the rue, within,

to be free and to flow.

Shall we merge our songs

in her calls,

snow over the lake ‘tsongmo’

may sway and begin to glow.

inside frizzy dews of winters,

who knows there may be a spring’s rose.

Snow of tsongmo ‘ll go rive,

Lake is to flow then to shrive

A hope she brings

shall make it alive.

Lake tsongmo is our home

So in snow or with spring’s roam

It is our home, it is our home