Tag: Bhutanese writer
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Beautiful People ( prose)
Maybe we aren’t really alone. Maybe the brutal emptiness that we feel isn’t a sign that we are less. maybe the heaviness that aches me isn’t my incompetence in understanding this world. We just need time and it takes time to melodiously rhyme with someone who will one day vapourise all the bottled emotions. Maybe…
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She is a Woman
It’s about how the world rests beneath a woman’s feet. Let me tell you that the women’s body is the only closest thing to the God and the earth. Art in her soul. Sunset in her curves. And a thunderstorm on the tip of her tongue. It’s not about how she sits and talks and…
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The Beautiful You is the Real You
What if you were always the person you wanted to be? Maybe you didn’t see yourself the way you were all this time. And you were wrong. So what if you were always the person you wanted to be? What if you were beautiful all along but you just couldn’t see yourself through your own…
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Because long ago I had known what to choose, and I found life. I am leaving today. But it isn’t that I never loved you. I always did, but there were things that a woman like you couldn’t understand. You called me inane when we first met, and I understand that because I wasn’t any…
Prena Poetry 