Tshewang's Hingtam

I have a wings, but without feathers Though i try to grow it i consider it as a distance process Not because i hate to nurture it and, not due, of the lack in courage of touching sky But i am tried of doing it alone. And these wings are the wings of my dream which i caught on it i knew i was a dreamer. But further it gives me a concentration of lives So i knew i have a relation on its' subject and That for the subject of my planing. The wing i thought can loves as my home the plan of my future dwelling. Mixture of genders in open family relationship but useless as wings without feathers. As to have a dream of my own family so i needed of someone, prophesied by love. For the love of prophecy i have been waiting certainly- seeing for the uncountable hours pilling on days But when i saw you, law made me blessed at first, Further by your beauty in kindness. as i compare- no one. Resulting i have a mind of calling you as my feather. 04:03:2016

There's a gap in a place we meet.                                               Where i confess and you reveal about the nature we belongs to and that change into "no gap" by the arrangement of word 'love' and it brought us to the same empathy Sameness by the concentration of our heart. And the hope of same bed till our carcass. -of course no gap, but the gap we see- In the origin of different family The gap of the different village The gap of the different sex The gap of different level in our education And the gap of our thinking indeed. But certainly the time heal to see 'no gap on it' By the arrow of same target. and that target is the hope of our future. The future of all reign last to be together. The future of love. The future of peace The future of marital and our family. And will the cupid bless as to hope for more though. 03:03:2016

Modern, the period we live by, Advancement in the gadgets we use- Civilized on the age we grows And the comfort we seek by our mind. These are the happiness we describe for the less, happiness i feel is different. Very different from the different we knew. Modern but the simple i wish, Advancement but the energy needed i feel, Civilized along with the value i mean and the comfort i see inside comfort. After the breath of all happiness i could wish Wish the peace rather than of happiness. So that i found on her by the time of unexpected- Like the hidden treasures being blessed to be found by prophesied one. Oh! no! she have a life too, that to live Life with the dream, and dream to fulfill. and how can i wish as greed as mine, (happiness is different) So i shall mandate as the strongest pillar of her dreams Pilling the rising seed of education to her dream, And the warmest blanket of her emptiness. 02:03:2016

Time the greatest order of the all beats,                                 And the worst enemy of the happiest beats- so the enemy of my beats too Due, no word is share that to be shared. And yes! i had a time of meeting but that wasn't enough i felt as i saw angel, Many seconds, few hours and some days i had. These were not enough as sage flows and i have to bring trust instead with her. Believe, i could believe her then, she has shown her empathy  on; On the words of my few days though But what if i had a years? may be the more year? That could reveal the future of my dream. Will she be mine ever? or- Will she just feel the same of all lover's words? No, i doubt! but i am certain sort on the words i play Mine was the best of love from all of her planner. As she had given me the hope of the strongest shelter- with the subjects of her her love, purity and innocent. And fulfill the lo...

The winter, starts of the fairy tale                                       The tale of a girl with two men I know, it will end at summer  In the prophecy of one man- But who will be that lucky man? Am i? or will he be? i doubt. Now it depends on the fate; Who ever knows to create the fate', The creator will end the tale of winter. And a tale of a single girl as- Will ends with the fate of single man. But what is the winter tale of? Love, affairs, friendship or common relationship? Lossage the born of new epistolary, A story of the winter twilight eclipse- Conveying the message of love to world. And it can be the message of love-sure,  So the contain of lossage-The winter tale. Sharing the freedom of secular love, In the farthest distance of dream faced in the pain of emptiness  And even anticipation of meeting with dream. 29:02:201...