Tag: Bhutanese writer
-
Coffee Shop Lovers
the other day, i walked past a coffee shop on my way home, it caught me deeply when i saw a reflection of myself on the window. i don’t quite remember if this was the place we first met, it has been so long now that i have almost forgotten i have grown older and…
-
Bring human.
we live in a diorama of a preceding horror—writing down stories, witnessing stories and becoming stories as this colossal art of longings continue to haunt us; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe the conundrum of a human mind. most of us have loved, and been loved in softness and terror—tendered…
-
Sepia
i have got a feeling this lately and i have been trying to figure out the color of it, not that feelings come in definitive colors but it’s not something blue that i feel. it’s like a palette of yellow, somewhat white and lilac purple, it is pale orange too; like the slanting rays of…
-
the god i found in ordinary things
i put you in my prayers quite often i think i will do the same even in another life time but it’s funny that i don’t believe much in faith or the conformist path others tell me to take i don’t believe that i will ever wake up one morning and meet you in the…
Prena Poetry 