Tag: Bhutanese writer

• we are all stories in the end.

  that lady who couldn’t be loved, now wears cruelty like an armored jewelry. that blue t-shirt man on the bus you take every morning; he is still in love with his divorced wife. he still cares for this children who refuses to call him dad. and almost every night, that girl in neon-red hair and…

  Prena subba

  March 22, 2022

  the death of tomorrow

  beauty, Bhutanese writer, humans, people, poetic, Prena Subba, stories

• she was like a cloud in the autumn sky

  [ piece inspired by the great gastby ] you see, old sport, she was like a fine afternoon cloud. the kind of fair, buoyant, beautiful clouds we see in the clearest skies of autumn.the kind of cloud, we would love to gaze with utmost charm and never get tired. i could lay on the open…

  Prena subba

  February 21, 2022

  poetry

  1900s, Bhutanese writer, classics, great gastby, love, metaphor, poetry, Prena Poetry

• X

  i feel like a corpse emphatically married to life, when i have long been in love with death and kissed with him in my room around 3am, as i held a cord around my neck. i am a wife to an apathetic world evolving into some ruthless machinery that incinerates a thousand dreams of young…

  Prena subba

  February 18, 2022

  prose, poetry

  Bhutanese writer, depression, Prena Poetry, prose, self-loathing

• Mosaic

  I have loved a million people. Their pieces, their late night wonder, their sensation; rain and thunder and their sun lit skies. I have loved a million people; people I brushed past, people i never met and people I lost over the time. Their versions that exists in each of our universe, and their emptiness…

  Prena subba

  February 2, 2022

  prose, poetry

  Bhutanese writer, love, people, universe