Unknown Crime

I pitied you from the moment you put me in Prison for a
Crime never committed
I fought for my birth rights and you labeled me as
A criminal. I was just sixteen then and today I turned 24,
All these years in prison, I
Have memorized your face, and gestures.
I saw you as my inmate. I, behind bars, you
Behind invisible bars of ignorance.
One calm winter evening, when I stole a potato from the farm,
You smelled me and broke my wrist; you made me stand naked in the cold ruthless night,
In the morning, when I was still breathing, you tied my hands and forced me to eat
s***, while you with your other ignorant friends in uniforms, attacked me with
The heartless laughs, and enjoyed the misery.
I don’t care what goes in my body because my mind is not
Corrupted as yours. You can do anything with my body,
Touch my soul, you dare.

Unemployed

My name is Human Right. I am currently unemployed.

Uninvited.

མགྲོན་འབོད་མེད་པར་།
སྐུ་མགྲོན་སླེབས་བྱུང་།
དབྱར་དཔྱིད་གཉིས་རྫོགས་པར་སྤྱད་དེ་།
ང་ཚོ་གྲང་ངར་གྱི་དགུན་ལ་སྦྱར་བྱུང།

ང་ཚོའི་ངལ་དུབ་ཀྱི་གོམ་བགྲོད་རེ་རེས།
གྲང་ལྷག་གིས་ཐལ་ལྕག་རེ་རེར་གདོང་ལེན་གྱིས།
ཡི་ཆད་ཀྱི་མཚན་མོ་མང་པོར་བརྒལ་ཏེ།
མཐའ་མར་ང་ཚོ་བཙན་བྱོལ་དུ་བསྐྱལ་བྱུང།

སེམས་ནང་རེ་མདུན་ཞིག་བཅངས་ཏེ།
རྒན་མོས་ནམ་ཡང་སྨོན་ལམ་འདེབས་ཅིང་།
དགོང་རེ་བཞིན་རྡོག་ཆས་སྒྲིག་སྟེ་།
ཕྱིར་ཕ་ཡུལ་དུ་ལོག་རྒྱུར་སྒུག་ནས་སྡོད་།

Guests came
Without invitation
Stayed whole spring and summer
And kicked us in the cruel winter

The cold wind slapped us
With every step we trudged to exile
Many lonely nights in despair
Finally took us to exile

The old woman prays everyday
In the hope of returning back to Tibet
Suitcase packed
Every time at the end of the day

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she turn her face against the mirror and close her eyes, she stands still and murmurs, when she lose her balance, she would do it again and try to hold herself as long as she could. opening her one eye, she would then pretend to be someone else.

Lost pair

From the Himalayas you flee barefoot
Day and night you weep quietly in sorrow
In fear of losing identity root
Everything left behind, inside hollow
You shrink day by day, grief planted gray hair
Eating inside, the invisible pain
When in silence you talk with the lost pair
Tin roof complain day and night in the rain
Up from the mountain, flowing through was blood
Destroying everything, blinded the sun
Genocide, murder, and rape follows flood
Corrupting human rights, speeding the run
This falsehood won’t last long to run kingdom
Poisoning the world in the name of freedom

Mending Goodness

Alienated loner clicking away
life in quiet desperation
surfing the internet
zoom soul into measuring the meaning of light
Life was slow but was in flow then,


now cybercrimes+ alienation= suicides

trust and respect flush in ?

time to re-re recycle your soul Corrupted soul has no way
to mend by medicines proven by scientists

better life gone in the midst of chaos

Rage

Handicapped black women begging in subway
“F*** you *” said the guy
wearing a hoodie to cover his skin color
which is not different than the women,
the rage in his eyes and the sadness in her eyes
tells the same story
but choosing different path
he came close to her and didn't look up in her eyes,
he said “why the f*** you are begging to these people?"
Jesus has never come to save our a**** and he won’t ever so,
stop being the weak ones
we are dead as a door nail to the world,
in their eyes we are thick as thieves we were born, raise,
and die as the *

Chaos

People rushing from subway Like
untamed animals
Blacks, whites and Browns.
Different tongues,
different size of people in the pursue of the same path
CONEY ISLAND Skyscrapers, shining towers, yellow cabs honking their lung out.

N,R,Q Whistles, noises, and chaos. POO-POO!

WRINKLES GATHERS IN WORRIES YET THEY ARE RUSHING TO THE UNENDING TUNNEL ROOSEVELT AVE. STEINWAY ST QUEENS PLAZA
Smells colognes Smells perfumes Cheap and expensive
Transfers, Music, Singing Signs, tourist Time ticking Bizzare

Hole

I looked upon her,
As she walked pass by Her eyes,
with the Weariness Following the steps,
she reached the door that is hollow but deep
she rang the bell, ting- ting Twice

No body answered She smelled from the hole
it is dark down there She shouted, Hey! Is anybody down there? Anybody?


Nothing came out except her echoing voice She closed her eyes in despair of emptiness she has encounter

i pressed my ear against the wall and


Banished

I hear

from the thin wall,

i hear my mother whipping.
before the sun rises, before birds chirps, before the milkman arrives, and before everyone stop dreaming.
she with her sorrowful eyes complains to the unseen force.

Home

I wake up, pray, eat, go to school,eat again, and sleep. wake up again, pray, eat, eat some more, and sleep.

sometimes, i try hard to sleep in sleepless night.
i do this every day, in the hope

of what?


my mother does the same thing except, she doesn't go to school, pray more than required. eat in silence.

she prays more, i mean, like every day, but in the hope of returning back Home? her real home whom she left behind 40 years ago. she buried all her memories behind the Himalayas, and
sometimes, she curse the wind that blows from the mountain.


she never call this place home.

Lean

Skinny is in,

she tells her friend

while looking at the mirror

to see if she is well proportioned

She keeps her body rolling

on the sound of Zumba

sweating like monsoon

in the greed of reaching the ideal goal

She worries day and night

about her looks

wanting to be a utopian

she loses herself in imagination

She is born with a body

then become attached to it like an eternal glue

what seems to be her’s doesn’t belong to her anymore

she sold herself for the price of ---?

Then one day, she comes home

with a pale little smile

rests on her bed, holding a vogue magazine

and sleeps for good.

?

Handicapped black

women begging in subway

“F*** you *” said the

guy wearing a hoodie to cover

his skin color which

is not different than the

women,

the rage in his eyes and the

sadness in her eyes tells the

same story but choosing

different path

he came close to her and didn’t look

up in her eyes, he

said “why the f*** you are begging to these people?”

Jesus has never come to save our a****

and he won’t ever

so, stop being the weak ones

we are dead as a doornail to the world,

in their eyes we are thick as thieves

we were born, raise, and die as

the *

The Invisible Wall

She leaned once again

On the invisible wall

Gracefully tucked her polka dot shirt

Under her waistband

No pain, seen on her face

Her eyes talked beautifully

Lashes groomed themselves

She touched her soul

With her bare hand

She shrank slightly

In her visible self

And left her smile

In the mirror

Barbed Wire

The pattern on your forehead

Reminds me

Of the vague lines

I saw on the railway track

From miles away

In the foggy night

Like a tangled barbed wire

Your worries caught up

In the wrinkles all over your face

The lines are neither linear nor horizontal

But a new way of line

Which has not a beginning or end

And got tangled deeper and deeper

Hear What?

I hear people talking about
 weather, food, Cloth, Friday night party.
 But they didn’t hear the cries
 and about the self-immolations in the
 times of internet and fast growing technology.

Jamphel Yeshi passes away

Phayul[Wednesday, March 28, 2012 13:31] New Delhi, 28 March 2012: Jamphel Yeshi, 27 who set himself on fire on March 26 in an apparent protest against the continued Ch

inese occuation of Tibet in front of hundreds of Tibetans who had converged from all over India at Jantar mantar to protest Chinese President Hu Jintao’s visit breathed his last this morning. The doctors announced Jamphel Yeshi, clinically dead at 7:30 am(local time) today. Dhondup Lhadar, Vice-President, TYC said: "Martyr Jamphel Yeshi’s sacrifice will be written in golden letters in the annals of our freedom struggle. He will live on to inspire and encourage the future generations of Tibetans. The brilliant radiance of his fire will dispel the darkness of China's illegal occupation of Tibet and regenerate the spirit of Tibetan independence. "Martyr Thupten Ngodup was the first known Tibetan to have self-immolated in our freedom struggle during an indefinite hunger strike organised by TYC in New Delhi in 1998. In Tibet, since Martyr Tapey's self-immolation in 2009, 30 Tibetans have set their bodies on fire demanding the return of His Holiness the Dalai Lama and freedom for Tibet. Pawo Jamphel Yeshi's self-immolation marks a milestone in our freedom struggle where Tibetans inside and outside of Tibet stand ever united in our fights against the Chinese occupying forces." Jamphel Yeshi had suffered 98 per cent burn injuries to his body. Doctors had given him zero per cent of survival chance but Martyr Jamphel Yeshi’s heart fought against his body to survive the grueling pain. Jamphel Yeshi escaped to India in 2006 and studied at the Tibetan Transit School in Dharamshala for nearly three and a half years. A native of Kham Tawu, eastern Tibet, he had been living in Delhi for nearly two years now. The Tibetan Youth Congress will carry the body of Pawo Jamphel Yeshi to the Tibetan exile headquarters of Dharamshala and hold a grand funeral deserving of a martyr. He is survived by his mother and four siblings, all in Tibet. There have been 31 self immolations since 2009 and 23 have lost their lives.

Fire rages on: Tibetan monk dies in fiery protest

[Thursday, March 29, 2012 02:11] New Delhi, March 29: Even as news of Jamphel Yeshi's death began to spread around the world, another young Tibetan in the beleagured Ngaba region of Tibet passed away in a fiery protest on March 28. The exile base of Kirti monastery in Dharamshala said that Sherab, a 20-year-old monk set himself on fire in the main street of Cha township raising protests against the Chinese government. "At about 7.10 pm (local time) on March 28, Sherab, a 20 year old monk, set himself on fire in the main street of Cha township in Ngaba county, shouting protests against Chinese government repression," the release said. He died at the site of his protest. Chinese security personnel present at the scene forcibly removed his body, ignoring pleas of local Tibetans who wanted it to be returned to his family. "As soon as he died, local people were going to take his body away (for funeral), but armed police and other security forces arrived on the scene and forcibly removed the body, ignoring repeated pleas to hand it over to his family members," the release said. Sherab had become a monk at the Ganden Tenpeling monastery in Raruwa at the age of nine and joined Kirti monastery for higher studies last October. Sherab had returned to his home township from the Kirti monastery on March 26. "Immediately after the incident took place, armed police imposed a security clampdown on the township," the release said. Following the ongoing wave of self-immolations in Tibet and particularly in Ngaba, 300 Chinese government officials “of undisclosed position/rank” have been stationed at the Kirti monastery, and throughout Ngaba. This is the second self-immolation in Cha Township, this month. On March 5, an 18-year-old named Dorjee also set himself on fire and died in the township, which is around 70 km from Ngaba Town. 31 Tibetans have set their bodies on fire in Tibet since 2009 demanding the return of His Holiness the Dalai Lama from exile and freedom in Tibet. On March 26, Jamphel Yeshi, a 27-year-old Tibetan set his body on fire in front of hundreds of Tibetans gathered in New Delhi demanding international intervention in the ongoing crisis in Tibet and protesting Chinese President Hu Jintao's visit. Jamphel Yeshi passed away in the morning of March 28

Taste of Freedom

Sweet, sour
bitter, salty
i wonder
what it would be like
to taste
Freedom.