Tag: Bhutanese writer
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a sad parade in a paradise
it’s raining. and i look out of my uncomfortably tall window. there are children jumping on the puddle, their mother rabidly pulls them away and closes the door. now there is only a sad puddle left, filling up minute after minute. i miss my childhood because i never jumped on the puddle like those kids.…
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I know alot now, I am older. And yet I quite easily miss the younger version of myself, the girl who dreaded upon sharp objects and assumed courage to be woman with a gun in her mind, but was atleast unaware, of what pain and tragedy really felt like. But then I wish I could…
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Ghost of You
I wanted you to feel the happiness I felt; the life I felt when I sat on the sand and drew your name as each time the wave resurrected to its core. I did so many things, met so many people and had so many photographs taken in places I went and breathed with my…
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Graceless Graveyard
And then I wish at times I could make you understand that the sadness I feel beneath this glow isn’t like those earth wrecking hurricane and storms, which comes once in a while to wreck away the city tops and amusement parks that can be rebuild all the way back. It feels like a cancer;…
Prena Poetry 