Tag: Bhutanese writer
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The Girl You Knew, The Girl You Knew
the girl you knew wore puffed sleeves and she never liked coffee or summers or someone calling her pretty. yet she looked in the mirror and took up narcissism as a coping mechanism. she had no moral compass pointing the polar coordinates. she would stomp over million dollar canvases and go to park as she…
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Dear dad.
“Growing up is cool”, dad would say to me and sit on the sofa, stretching his legs on the table. I would keep down my phone and gently assure his words with a smile. But deep down this one thought burns me’ growing older or just growing tired everyday’. There is nothing much that gives…
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I am a Bhutanese, that’s the start and the end of it.
my srilankan friends asks me why is my name ‘prena’ and not pema, dorji or sonam ( Bhutanese names they have always heard ) even the professors who mispronounce my name tells ‘oh, you have an Indian name” “why?” i tilt my head slightly to right and bite my tongue, it’s easy, i am a…
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my fear
my only fear is ‘what if i am the only one who remembers?’ what if in the next two or three decades the people i loved no longer remembers what i even look like? will i be able to hold all the memories people like them discard on a road side gutter to a better…
Prena Poetry 