Tshewang's Journal

In the early doze of beautiful spring You were tilling the soil; for the growth of another season Waited for your return, And you did come Packed my lunch for the school so dearly And before I leave you for school A promise that I repeat everyday To be a man you wanted me to be Repeat I and echoes my inner self As I listen to the songs unheard My dreams fade away; but to hope I clung on Hoping that someday I would become a man you wanted me to be. Yet I think I am failing you! As intend to sleep; the journey begins; Of a way long needed to be walked on By the gliding waves of imaginations Of a destinations unknown, And yet as you hated life and walked the realm away Have you ever wanted me to be more than a good human being ?

When life beacons its bad beauty You sworn away yet left you in choices lost. Tries grasping its beauty; but choices are not for you For it is your destiny; clings unto hope though with despair overwhelmed. A car without fuel, laptop with internet disconnected and kitchen with pots unfilled Welcomes you in the bend that life offers, a turn which awaits long And through the blue shades you look at sun, it blends but not all rays Yet accepts you; for this is the choice you made A ray of hope, a mother in mother’s place; Thanks to you my benign Aunty Pem Should you see the cute smile from my kid wearing a nice shirts and pants? Yet that’s the only gratitude they can offer you, know them well. My car has fuel to run, used I the half of which you gave Crackers for my kid’s breakfast; used quarter of what is left Feasts by them like Oliver Twist in his orphanage Luring around; I cannot but see them grow The despair that overwhelms, tempts me to los...

In a darkened room, the light glimmer,  Wakes up a zombie, concerned Flipping the books, unknown which to learn. Checks the clock and 1a.m.  It is too early; yet not If yes,  awaits in three days An unprepared trial  Takes his seat, composed yet stressed.  Takes his bulky books,  Starts with hope to finish a subject,  Uncovered,  lost in amidst of subjects Finds he in equilibrium lost.  Goes to kitchen, grabs a mug, Blackened coffee    to subside his yawn Back to unfinished revision, it's dawn. Sleepy, yet perseverance has he.  Goes to bathroom and shower does he take. Stomps his breakfast, i n a minutes few Takes a ride to his holly school Ushered with smiles of cheering friends. The smiles fake the coming exam,  Joy of momentary; summoned with worry, Questions, but one do i ask myself....

“This is the fast moving global change and in such times the importance of youth becomes more and more important than ever. If we want our world to be more peaceful, more just, with more opportunities for all, it will only be possible as a result of the young people’s action today ”.          -David Woolcombe, The director of the Peace Child International                                                                                           The 5 th world Youth Congress was held in Istanbul, Turkey , from 31 st July till 14 th of August, 2010. The World Youth Congress is the meeting point for the world’s youth. It is being initiated under the Non-profit organization called Peace child International based in UK. Since i...

Yesterday, at last period; My English teacher taught us a factual lesson by giving a simple example. He started asking us with the differences we can see from comparing potted plant and the wild plant. All I can think of at first was they are both plants. They both give the same physical description and they were both plants of same species. However I realized that there are differences. “What could be the differences?" I thought, before i could speak any differences our sir, told us the differences. The potted plant is being cared by the people. People water them, put fertilizers, and make is way so possible to look beautiful. They give flower which adds serenity of human beauty. On the other hand, the wild plants do not get any of those. All that they get is the water from rain, manure from the natural soil, and care from the Mother Nature itself. Yet both give the same flower no less. I took the scale from my bag, and made column for listing the differences. I listed all that ...

In azure sky of prophetic Yangchenphug Those nasty rascals around me Sharing their own memoirs of goodness And their charm of life, are: Contemplative Bumthanp,Samten Wangchuk And dawning Ap Sha, Magic Pencil, Reflective Ngalop Rin Penjor And a glancing dude Dechen Wangchuk Forget not to mention our Chettala, Nagay Dorji The life through which I gallop Play by them, a part not minor And in freedom walk I in nature’s bounty For it is life worth to live with these Rascals A glimpse at the drifting lives of ours, Memoirs a lot, but a part do I share:           An angry face of Bumthap in a fight of friendship’s woe     Yawning for share of women’s love an excited Phub, Magic Pencil Private Property, to which he is sworn to, is a face of Dechen, And a lapse of jokes on his fa...

Morning pearls reflects the rays of the sun Evening dew perceives the rays of the moon And the loves of dews and moon Are the perfect bond shared of boon.                         When the fair rose in the bed blooms                         The busy humming bees sings to dream                         In the waves of sweet tune with a great hope                         To welcome her super love. The cloud dances over the heads in the sky And trees dances on the ground everyday the love between us is as strong as death And that we behold is much worth                           The couple bring their child with love and care      ...