Tshewang's Hingtam

(Life is only two days “birthday and death day”) The day has been significant for you Where yer breathing started by today’s date You came with great chuckles on yer mouth When yer mom rolled the tears of satisfaction Despite her great pain on your birth The neighbours had been tiring on that day Preparing for the day to welcome you in this world Yer father had been worried on your lives With the love to yer mom indistinguishably   Today is the day where you drink yer tears And step a pebble forward in your age This day belongs to you because this is your “birthday” But time belongs to us to wish you “happy birthday” The sun will excel inside your poor heart With the radiant of lights from the watery land Tales may remember in the heart of yer poor mom How you grasp into the new world A chronicle of great pain may share by yer dad By this may laughter will be the humor in your family But satire of laughter is to veil from the tears of s...

Summer, autumn, spring and winter Which one comes first in these wonders? Maybe winter because world should be cleaned Ere the living start with their elation So winter wind will do first Perhaps the summer, because to survive we need food So to grow anything they need water But water is available only in summer Of course autumn and spring might be same With the dilemma of this wonder Which one I can put first! Oh! What a fastidious sound I do hear A voice from the heart of nightingale Beds in the garden all filled with the blossomed flowers And toddler crawling in the absent of cheers Yes I got it now! It is spring that starts the season Spring! A season of a calm mind All covered by the young green With the beauties of real nature like of youth Were hairs will be with different designs Applying the finest branded Like a daffodil in the pool of human happiness Their dressing will be with fancy styles And love affairs will be for a day ...

The hero from the blind world Leading to the battle of east Hastening for the destination of success Following the prints of chief commander  With the arsenal on the right hand Left hand pointing for the foe they targeted The world with the full of pollution The Mors with the full of ecstasy On the number of drudges they receive from the earth The children in house wiping their countenance by the tears Growling of the tiger inside their tummy Ready to devour even a small rat Shouting with the melancholy of worship to their parents One, two, three…..huts Another house with the moan of orphan God, time is yours, fate is ours but you are creator Create us the good fate Give us the better place to live where world is free of war With the strong fortitude Acting as a blind for their planned Senseless for their sense they have All covered by the red, dark red colour Still fighting for the better world! These are how are parents strug...

Sitting on the comfort chair with the book on the table Right hand with the little pen and a left pointing on the head Eyes expressing the cavernous expression of all thoughts Mouth as a mediator betwixt head and a book All writing about the pain of your emptiness                        The love is rooted on your heart Scorching suns’ heat seemed like morning rays for us And experienced the laughter in our togetherness These are the vivid revealing of my mind When I see all the nearest chairs are being occupied Loneliness is always a better place to be with you When you are away by the distance of miles Opening a diary of our togetherness is a better book of calm I learnt, I do enjoy finding the word of offensive in it And these are words of dualism in their happiest world                  ...