A Homely Call

During our short stay in Ladakh.

A Homely Call 

Amidst whispers of the willow tree 

Here I sleep so sound and free,

Listening to the wrathful rushes, Indus’ gentle song  

The lullaby from the far distance, where I belong 

Beneath the blue sky and the twinkling stars,

Here I sleep so deep and free as if it’s all ours,

Imagining the wonders of a faraway homeland,

I can’t stop missing home, where my return was banned,

By Sonsnow













Tell me not 

That the heavenly high peaks have lost their light,

It gleams beyond clouds, pure and bright.

As black shrouds part and the sky unfurls,

Peak’s radiance grows, unfettered and pearls. 

To my siblings in all three traditional land and place,

It is an oppressive foe, a ruthless face.

Speak not of bonds that friendship ties,

Remember deceit veiled in friendship’s guise.

With words so sweet and deeds that lacked core,

Our land was seized, its fate hard to swallow.

By Sonsnow

Let us stand by our Sister’s side

( Let us stand by our Sister’s side )

Yesterday, he restrained from raising his hand to her,

But today, he rapped her in a fit of rage,

The gentle touch replaced by violence’s stir,

Leaving her trapped in a cruel, dark cage.    

Once, he cherished her as a sister dear,  

A smile that radiated warmth and care,  

But now, that affection has disappeared,

Replaced by humiliation she can’t bear.  

Respect was shown, like all daughters and sisters,

She was valued for her worth and her soul,

But today, she’s silenced, her voice now whispers,

A victim of a world that’s taken its toll. 


He once stood tall with honor and grace,

A role model for others to admire,  

But today, he’s lost in a twisted chase,

And his virtuous heart seems to expire. 


Let us not be bystanders, blind and mute,

But champions of justice, strong and bold,

Together we can change this dark pursuit,

And heal the wounds that time’s hands have told.


Yesterday we were proud men,

And today we feel ashamed,

But together, we can rise again,

To a brighter future, unrestrained.

By Sonsnow

Happy 88th Birthday Your Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

His message of love and compassion divine,
Unites humanity, transcending the line.
Across colours and creeds, he fosters unity,
Spreading harmony with unwavering serenity.
His smile, a beacon of hope, shining bright,
Guiding souls through darkness, with gentle light.
Countless lives touched, hearts filled with bliss,
His radiant smile, a celestial kiss.
May he continue to live long, we pray,
For better and brighter days, each step of the way.
His wisdom and guidance, a beacon so strong,
Leading us forward, righting the wrong.
With each passing year, his light does shine,
A symbol of hope, in a world sometimes unkind.
His presence, a blessing, a gift to us all,
A source of inspiration, standing tall.

I had the privilege of taking this pic while receiving His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama back to Dharamshala after a successful program in Bodhgaya this year.

Your Holiness, on this special day, I extend my heartfelt wishes for a joyous 88th birthday. May you be blessed with good health and longevity, enabling you to bring profound benefits to all sentient beings. Your message of love and compassion has the power to unite humanity across diverse backgrounds, transcending differences and fostering harmony.

Your radiant smile has the ability to illuminate the lives of countless sentient beings, spreading light and hope in the world. May your smile continue to touch the hearts of people far and wide.

Once again, Happy 88th Birthday, Your Holiness. May your path be filled with abundant blessings and continue to inspire and transform lives.

” A Call”

I came up with a visual poem “A Call” I wrote back in 2017
A Call
On that Sunday morning,
When the world laughs with their leisure activities
You too have received that call
From afar Distant Home,
On that morning
Just before breakfast was served
Your phone beeps
And you have received that call
From an unknown number
You have heard a Familiar voice
Quite and Quavering
You got a News
The news that nails our heart
And that call
All of a sudden, ripped us apart all at once,
Dark and Gloomy
The world began to fall and fade away
We were left dumb and numb
And you have received that call
That we Exilic brothers were born to bear
That call
which we don’t want to receive
And You have picked it,
And You bowed down to a table
Black and blind, numb and dumb
You left dead in despair
You have received that call
That,,, that,,,,, call
Which I don’t want to receive
That,,, that,,,, call
You have picked and heard 
“Your Mother Passed Away”
By: Sonsnow

When was the last time?

Tell me
When was the last time 
You called your Mom,
Ask me not 
The story will be sad and Long. 

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You slept in the house you own, 
Ask me not 
I have the same sad story. 

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You had a meal with your family, 
Ask me not 
The story will be long and bitter.  

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You saw your Parents, 
Ask me not 
The story will be sad and Tearful.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You correctly count your siblings by their names, 
Ask me not 
I lost their count so shamefully.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You hugged your grandma, 
Ask me not 
She was murdered long before my birth. 

Tell me 
When was the last time
You prayed for our martyrs, 
Ask me not 
It pains me every day.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You thought about an independent homeland, 
Ask me not 
It keeps me awake all the time. 

Tell me
When was the last time?
You thought about riding horses and crossing hills of the Himalayas, 
Ask me not 
I dream about the same so often.

By Sonsnow 


Walking close to Tibet

As I walked closer to Tibet, my homeland, after all the years of my escape into exile,

I can see the snowy mountains bowing down to receive me in their cold, yet warm arms.
I can hear the winter wind singing welcoming songs through the willow trees.

I can see the rivers and rivulets running up to receive me down through the valleys.

I can sense heavenly smells running deep down through my nostrils and nerves.

I can see the Yaks and Sheep lined in thousands greeting me with a standing ovation.

I can see the Rhodiola and rhododendron standing at unusual heights as I walked.

I can see the juniper and willow trees dancing on the hills as they saw me return.

I can sense the sunflowers and the red roses receiving me in their best colors and scents.

I can see the crow and cranes flapping feathers together as they receive me.

I can smell the smoke coming from our chimney with the aromas of different dishes.

I can see the siblings stretching their arms in their wildest smiles to reach and receive me.

I can also see the border and boundaries marked with patrolling police.

I can also understand that there is no way I can cross the border and enjoy their welcome.

Policeman came again!

Policeman Came Again!

Knock, Knock, knocked the door Twice,
Bang, Bang, Banged the door Thrice,
The poor door broke down to the ground,
My mother in her prayer was shocked and frowned.
A man in uniform asked.
If the family had Children?
No, we never had Children,
My father replied with his unusual expression.
The policeman furiously asked again,
with his right hand holding the pistol holster,
Haven’t you heard from your long-lost son?
It sent my family in silence,
My mother cried her heart out,
No, it’s been solid Twenty years!


Death is so Cruel

Death is so cruel 

Death is so cruel

So often to everyone, 

Young, old and adults 

All it takes away unnoticed. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

Rich, poor and destitute 

All it takes away ignorantly. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

Leaders, intellectuals and idiots, 

All it takes away indiscriminately. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

You, me and others 

All it takes away someday. 

By Sonsnow 

  • Deeply saddened by the untimely death of prominent Tibetan Poet Chen Metak. May he rest peace in the hearts and minds of his readers, and may his works continues to lead the poetry path.