Tag: Bhutanese writer
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Concealed Courage
Maybe he was told that it was okay. For the world was so much bigger than the amount of toys that his six years old hand could hold. Mayhe, at 15, his father contemplated that his son wouldn’t come to waste his life like his brother. His mother must have held his hand on the…
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Breathing
There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She…
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Life is an Art
Life is an artA seraphic madness and a nomadic beautyPlaced under our ribcage.Innate with the emotions I drench inAnd a stranger to the consciousnessI crave forMaybe this is how we were bornAware yet unaware of the fatePlaced in our palmsLacking wit and smiling so dynamicallyLetting this psychedelic insanityDrain the humanness out of our bloodLostIn between…
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Maybe if we bother a bit less about how we are found in the world’s eyes, we would be happier. We are so good in making up lies and pretending because we want the world to know that we are perfect even when we keep saying it’a just okay to be a mess. That is…
Prena Poetry 