Tag: lotsham
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finding my way home.
1. somehow, how much ever farther we go, we always end up carrying our home in the depth of our bones. we pack our tradition, our hand woven clothes and our mountains in a suitcase with us. it so belongs to us and we so belong to it. it’s beautiful just how we can remember…
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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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IDENTITY CRISIS
there is dirty dishes in the sink from breakfast i half ate and stocked it in the refrigerator. i feel sick to my stomach, the medicine box on the cabinet now feels like a friend but now i am almost tiredof this nauseous nostalgiacirculating all the way to my gut. there’s a fine red Buddhist…
Prena Poetry 