Sad, when sun sets
Moon shines, when sun returns home
You and I are like sun and moon
Never destined to meet each other
When sun shines, moon disappears
they both passes the whole day in solidarity
Moon shines, when the black blanket covers the sky
Alas! No chance of seeing the sun
Waiting for you to shine, but in vain
But we still keep trying, hope is there
Our life is like this
So near, yet so far…..!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
WHAT'S IN MY MIND
my heart aches
and the rain weeps
the leaf falls apart
the thorn stand still
wonder what makes it so sharp
i am holding a pen right now
wonder, if only my hand could express what's in my heart.
and the rain weeps
the leaf falls apart
the thorn stand still
wonder what makes it so sharp
i am holding a pen right now
wonder, if only my hand could express what's in my heart.
SILENT
From a distance I saw a silent hill
The silent kiss of salty breeze blows by
sitting under the Oak tree
The leafless branches can’t dance
naked poor thing in dismal
took off my old Converse shoes
while drinking the cup of sorrow
The silent kiss of salty breeze blows by
sitting under the Oak tree
The leafless branches can’t dance
naked poor thing in dismal
took off my old Converse shoes
while drinking the cup of sorrow
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
WHEN?
when will i return?
to my homeland...the land of snow
that I've never seen
alas! Tibet's been hidden
and so do it's beautiful and rich culture
but, when will Tibet free?
don't say, not in this lifetime
but, i am afraid of losing my country
and i don't want to be another face in the crowd.
to my homeland...the land of snow
that I've never seen
alas! Tibet's been hidden
and so do it's beautiful and rich culture
but, when will Tibet free?
don't say, not in this lifetime
but, i am afraid of losing my country
and i don't want to be another face in the crowd.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
WONDERING
you can never tell, what is going to happen? for instance, take my case....i have never thought that i would be here, far away from my loved ones....but, i end up coming here, i am still kind of home sick....i was never away this far?
but, i guess, this is the taste of life.....
honestly, now i came to realize, how painful it is for being in "exile"
i hope everything will turn out well.....and as all know that "truth can't be hidden for too long"
but, i guess, this is the taste of life.....
honestly, now i came to realize, how painful it is for being in "exile"
i hope everything will turn out well.....and as all know that "truth can't be hidden for too long"
WAITING FOR THE MAGIC
people say, there's not a thing called "magic"
they say, i am a silly girl
but i strongly believe that "buddha"can't be so cruel
and i am waiting for him to open the "magic door"
i see every single tibetan, dying every second in "exile"
always praying hard for a miracle to happen
my only wish is to return back to Tibet
and touched the soil
and soul of my ancestors
i only wish
people say, there's not a thing called "magic"
they say, i am a silly girl
but i strongly believe that "buddha"can't be so cruel
and i am waiting for him to open the "magic door"
i see every single tibetan, dying every second in "exile"
always praying hard for a miracle to happen
my only wish is to return back to Tibet
and touched the soil
and soul of my ancestors
i only wish
TRUE WARRIOR
my father was a lion among man,
he was a brave Khampa man,
fought against Chinese army,
but, he was failed to fight against his illness
and he left silently, without leaving any further messages.....
when i came home,
i asked my mother(Ama) about my father
she cried, but i didn't understand
i asked my sister, why is everyone crying,
i was a silly, small girl....
i think, i was denying to accept the truth,
still now, i feel him close to me,
and i know, he will be always there for me.
i am a proud daughter of my proud father,
yes, he has a scar on his back, the sign of a true warior....
my father(Aba) was a hero in a real sense.
my father was a lion among man,
he was a brave Khampa man,
fought against Chinese army,
but, he was failed to fight against his illness
and he left silently, without leaving any further messages.....
when i came home,
i asked my mother(Ama) about my father
she cried, but i didn't understand
i asked my sister, why is everyone crying,
i was a silly, small girl....
i think, i was denying to accept the truth,
still now, i feel him close to me,
and i know, he will be always there for me.
i am a proud daughter of my proud father,
yes, he has a scar on his back, the sign of a true warior....
my father(Aba) was a hero in a real sense.
MU'S LIFE....
I was on a bench
Watching every one on campus
A girl was talking on the phone aloud
With a cigarette in her hand
Bunch of bicycles tied with chains…’
Everyone was rushing on their way to library and class
Some were Americans, Africans, Chinese, Indians
But I was the only Tibetan.
A boy and a girl were holding hand
I wonder, are they in love?
Some were dragging their feet under the tree
The girl was still on the phone, with the cigarette half gone
Everyone was checking their text messages
As they don’t have anyone to talk to
poor creatures, i wonder what they think
They are slaves, slaves of the so called “technology”
I saw a man on a wheelchair, on his way home
Some were drinking starbucks coffee, while walking
Some were listening songs to an i-pods
I was at the center, watching everyone
Like I have nothing to do, no one to talk to,
I feel like a alien....
Everyone has a backpack, full of books, water bottle on the side
Iheard the bell rang (aloud)
The girl was still on the phone, her cigarette was gone with the wind
the girl went to the class.
The trees stood still
A pale leaf falls on the ground
A squirrel was trying to hide, as if i was going to hurt
but, i am not anyway
I walked further, sat on a wooden bench
Birds were chirping as they were trying to tell me something
The bell rang for the second time
Someone forgot his empty cigarette packet under the bench
I wonder who left it?
People were walking up and down
A tall man with a low voice, tiny ears.
A skinny boy with a load of book on his back, I am afraid he may fall…
I knead my rosary over and over again...
and yes, i feel like an alien
I was on a bench
Watching every one on campus
A girl was talking on the phone aloud
With a cigarette in her hand
Bunch of bicycles tied with chains…’
Everyone was rushing on their way to library and class
Some were Americans, Africans, Chinese, Indians
But I was the only Tibetan.
A boy and a girl were holding hand
I wonder, are they in love?
Some were dragging their feet under the tree
The girl was still on the phone, with the cigarette half gone
Everyone was checking their text messages
As they don’t have anyone to talk to
poor creatures, i wonder what they think
They are slaves, slaves of the so called “technology”
I saw a man on a wheelchair, on his way home
Some were drinking starbucks coffee, while walking
Some were listening songs to an i-pods
I was at the center, watching everyone
Like I have nothing to do, no one to talk to,
I feel like a alien....
Everyone has a backpack, full of books, water bottle on the side
Iheard the bell rang (aloud)
The girl was still on the phone, her cigarette was gone with the wind
the girl went to the class.
The trees stood still
A pale leaf falls on the ground
A squirrel was trying to hide, as if i was going to hurt
but, i am not anyway
I walked further, sat on a wooden bench
Birds were chirping as they were trying to tell me something
The bell rang for the second time
Someone forgot his empty cigarette packet under the bench
I wonder who left it?
People were walking up and down
A tall man with a low voice, tiny ears.
A skinny boy with a load of book on his back, I am afraid he may fall…
I knead my rosary over and over again...
and yes, i feel like an alien
MELTING
The day passes so fast and time swept by as you wake up every morning….and yeah, every day you wake up is a birthday. I thought it was mid of October but, no longer had December come knocking at my door and it was the seventh grade and it began to snow and snowed for two days.
The morning I woke up was beautiful as everything was covered with snow and it looks so beautiful and it was more beautiful maybe, because it was untouched, but an hour later it was no longer as pure and white before as it has black and brown spots and traces everywhere…
The first day when it snowed the students were so happy and excited, they were throwing snow everywhere and it was so cold and I missed the sunlight, the heat and the greenery…everyone was having fun but I can’t able to enjoyed it fully as there was something missing.
That day was just so cold that it’s hard for a man to survive without any shelter to live or warm clothes to wear. But the day ended full of laughter of my friends.
Next day, it was still snowing and I thought I don’t want to waste this beautiful day and will enjoy every moment….but it was no longer a happy and cheerful day when I heard the demise of my father, honestly, I couldn’t believe it first but as its always hard to accept the reality, I cried the whole day, not just because he passed away but because of not sharing my time with him.
As I watched the snow, at some point we are both the same melting deep down in a place where it’s warm and dark and I prayed for his reincarnation as a human, to be born as a Tibetan again.
Now, today when I see snow, I somehow kind of going back to my seventh grade….and it gives me a strong feeling of life as impermanent and whether we believe it or not but we have to melt one day….like the snow.
The day passes so fast and time swept by as you wake up every morning….and yeah, every day you wake up is a birthday. I thought it was mid of October but, no longer had December come knocking at my door and it was the seventh grade and it began to snow and snowed for two days.
The morning I woke up was beautiful as everything was covered with snow and it looks so beautiful and it was more beautiful maybe, because it was untouched, but an hour later it was no longer as pure and white before as it has black and brown spots and traces everywhere…
The first day when it snowed the students were so happy and excited, they were throwing snow everywhere and it was so cold and I missed the sunlight, the heat and the greenery…everyone was having fun but I can’t able to enjoyed it fully as there was something missing.
That day was just so cold that it’s hard for a man to survive without any shelter to live or warm clothes to wear. But the day ended full of laughter of my friends.
Next day, it was still snowing and I thought I don’t want to waste this beautiful day and will enjoy every moment….but it was no longer a happy and cheerful day when I heard the demise of my father, honestly, I couldn’t believe it first but as its always hard to accept the reality, I cried the whole day, not just because he passed away but because of not sharing my time with him.
As I watched the snow, at some point we are both the same melting deep down in a place where it’s warm and dark and I prayed for his reincarnation as a human, to be born as a Tibetan again.
Now, today when I see snow, I somehow kind of going back to my seventh grade….and it gives me a strong feeling of life as impermanent and whether we believe it or not but we have to melt one day….like the snow.
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