tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11937137341020854972024-03-07T23:19:09.422-08:00LIFE AS IT SEEMSLife changes in an instant and we all look back and wonder what happened.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-10796525519998854332011-10-21T04:58:00.002-07:002011-10-21T04:59:00.577-07:00The morning birdThe little bird chirrups on my window sill<br />It sings song of sorrows<br />Followed by songs of wisdom<br />I open an eye<br />The sun shines brightly<br />And through the curtains<br />I let the rays fall on my face<br />The bird goes on singing<br />I get out of bed<br />Drag myself to the window<br />Slowly<br />Keeping my eye focused on the little bird<br />I bend down to take a closer look<br />And finally<br />I slam the window<br />Tearing the bird into two<br />"Shut the fuck up, you are messing up my sleep"<br />I yell at the dead bird<br />And then fall into a deep sleep.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-77241569480125108442011-10-21T04:58:00.001-07:002011-10-21T04:58:26.176-07:00Sanity gone insaneThere is a insanity within my sanity<br />One who has gone insane, deviates<br />And then hinders<br />To find the key<br />To sanity in a totally insane world<br />As words spill out<br />My brains seem to have gone insane<br />How can one not be branded insane?<br />When the healer himself has gone kaput<br />Every bit of sanity<br />Evolves stopping all pains<br />Here is to the world that has gone insane<br />To sanity gone insaneTshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-38540783372453270752011-10-21T04:55:00.002-07:002011-10-21T04:56:08.282-07:00The sound of rainThe many-voiced song of the rain echoes softly<br />It sings songs of sorrow, ever yearning and sad<br />Moving towards the sound of the rain<br />First it was the silence of the clouds<br />Eventually pouring out, tapping on rooftops as rain<br />Dark days of an early shower<br />Beautiful as any summer would be<br />The sound of rain loves the pink peach blossoms<br />Innumerable as the stars of night<br />Thousands of raindrops fall<br />To create music<br />To create a song for each one of us<br />The rain beats upon the human heads<br />With silver liquid drops<br />I let the rain sing me a lullaby<br />To let me fall into a deep slumber<br />Smiling, happiness empowering me<br />That is the power of the sound of the rain.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-80642605390130249782011-10-21T04:55:00.001-07:002011-10-21T04:55:28.306-07:00Vanity DrinkersThe woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him<br />And a man who appeals to a woman's drinking habit stimulates her more<br />We are the vanity drinkers<br />Either way, vanity and drinking has been essential to them both<br />Like how vanity and pride are two different things<br />Drinking and getting drunk are too<br />So, here is to us vanity drinkers<br />A shot of vodka on the house<br />;)Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-11138404653487151152011-10-21T04:54:00.000-07:002011-10-21T04:55:00.570-07:00By the River Wangchu, I sit and DREAMI sit on a rock that lies majestically right in between river Wangchu<br />More rocks, less superior to the one I sit on emerge as landscape of faces<br />Right before me the river meanders<br />Creating waves, some fast and some frozen in time<br />As it hits the faces of the many people I know from life in the form of rocks<br />The river splashes droplets of water on my face<br />Each droplet touching my inner being<br />Bringing out every small memories of life<br />While intrusion from the city is nill<br />The flow of the river emerges like moving people on the street<br />The much awaited breeze finally comes through<br />Creating the fast flowing river to shudder for a second<br />Ripples emerge in the water gathered in the corners of the rocks<br />The beauty of the river water going in circles, defining a no end to everything<br />I freeze time against everything in life and do what I am "perhaps" best at<br />I sit by the river Wangchu and DREAM!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-52357654658202518802011-10-21T04:53:00.000-07:002011-10-21T04:54:14.148-07:00An April DayThe sun was warm but the wind was chill<br />So as would Robert Frost say-<br />"You know how it is with an April day."<br />The April rain falls on this particular day<br />Fitful showers hits the wood and the meadow<br />Bringing in violets to light the early spring<br />Julia Dorr has rightly said- "April's rare capricious loveliness."<br />Just as how unpredictable life can get<br />On an April day, one can never know what you will get<br />Like how every spring is the only spring<br />A perfectual astonishment<br />So is this April day, unique in itself<br />This April day sings songs of things beautiful<br />Of brooks, of blossoms, birds and the silver lake<br />Retaining the beauty of earth's snow-white robes that's lost<br />On the April day, a choir of chirping minstrels bring<br />The wind that wakes the month of May<br />Yet to be unfurled, yet to be felt, yet to be lived<br />But I need to live through this April day<br />As I lay planted with every footstep<br />Growing, budding and blooming into a spirit of Spring<br />This indeed is a beautiful day<br />I am saddened as this April day ends<br />But I am glad there is another APRIL DAY waiting for me tomorrow.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-50338548267709044872011-10-21T04:47:00.000-07:002011-10-21T04:51:43.825-07:00I can feel the painIn my dreams I feel pain for when dreams are shattered a heart is broken<br />In my hopes I feel pain for when hope is lost the person in you die<br />In my aspirations I feel pain for when that is gone life aint life<br />In my destiny I feel pain for the unknown journey taken towards it is unsure<br />In my happiness I feel pain for there is always sadness that chooses to stay longer<br />In my trust I feel pain for when betrayal strikes you, it always win<br />In my colors I feel pain for the sky is grey with hatred<br />In my life I feel pain for life takes away the very person it gives you with so much of love.<br />I can feel the pain in everyone and everything!!!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-47201681209986730592011-10-21T04:46:00.002-07:002011-10-21T04:47:19.265-07:00The calmness in emptinessI let go of the thoughts that captivates my inner being<br />My mind remains undetermined in a void<br /> <br />I broke a heart to create something, only to destroy it<br />Now I stand alone, wondering what went wrong<br /> <br />It aint about my persistence to understand things<br />Things which cannot be understood<br /> <br />I surrender my very being<br />To find the right beginning to something I am unaware of<br /> <br />I have created a prison from my own actions<br />My mind is null and void<br /> <br />I subdue tears within myself<br />For crying too loudly will tempt the fate to silence me<br /> <br />I am a story of emptiness<br />Only to end to start again, to be retold<br /> <br />Yet I am a story of emptiness that goes in circles<br />I curve around for new beginnings, carving life again<br /> <br />My life is neither fullness nor emptiness<br />And that is when I find calmness in it.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-69692918686684326682011-10-21T04:46:00.001-07:002011-10-21T04:46:30.508-07:00Throwing away the broken piecesOnce again, it all comes to broken pieces on the floor of life<br />Pain and happiness, both change with every heartbeat<br /> <br />The pages of life have gone all mixed up<br />The glass which once cocooned my life is broken<br />The days turned to rain and the moon has disappeared<br />I stare up at the sky; try to put the broken pieces together<br /> <br />It has now become a shallow path<br />And promises have been broken, shattered to pieces<br /> <br />Between walls the cinders of us have lost its shine<br />The shine in which is broken<br /> <br />As I pick the broken pieces, one by one<br />The world closes up on me<br /> <br />Yet, I feel determined enough<br />That I will find that one broken piece to make me complete<br /> <br />But for now, here is something I must do<br />I must throw away all the broken pieces.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-39353639762150641102010-12-23T00:00:00.001-08:002010-12-23T00:00:50.143-08:00My existenceWhat is my existence to this world?<br /><br />I am a subject to the realities of life<br /><br />My realities seem to be just a dream<br /><br />How so ever, I maybe<br /><br />The way I perceive life to be<br /><br />This is me<br /><br />Often my past pulls me down<br /><br />And then my future excites me<br /><br />Then there is my present<br /><br />Giving me an existence in this world<br /><br />A reason to be in the world<br /><br />No matter how much I hate it<br /><br />The biggest irony in this life<br /><br />Is to smile when things are harsh on you<br /><br />Just to make yourself believe<br /><br />That a smile makes a day brighter<br /><br />It does, for a while<br /><br />But you just can’t go on smiling forever<br /><br />My thoughts often remain within me<br /><br />Subdued inside a person in me<br /><br />Stubborn as can be but very volatile too<br /><br />Making life be practical and not think positively<br /><br />Aiming aimlessly too high<br /><br />And not knowing where she is going<br /><br />People can often be confusing<br /><br />I aint no exception<br /><br />It’s the confused life that makes people explicable<br /><br />And yet people never try to look within<br /><br />The outside aint just everything<br /><br />A bigger world, a bigger life, a bigger person.<br /><br />Lives within every individual<br /><br />Yet when I still question myself<br /><br />What is my existence to this world?<br /><br />I still get no answer<br /><br />Because the answer is within myself<br /><br />And until I don’t discover myself<br /><br />I may never find out...Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-88499813712863476952010-12-22T23:40:00.002-08:002010-12-22T23:41:39.251-08:00A Stranger WithinYou were just like any other stranger<br />Stepped into my life just to go away one day<br />We talked about books, music and the rivers<br />Shared moments (nostalgic) as you would call it<br />But somehow, you were always a stranger within<br /> <br />We fought, we laughed and “I” cried<br />Closer we got with what I thought was “similarities”<br />Tried to put aside the few differences we had<br />We moved on, together (or not)<br />But somehow you were always a stranger within<br /> <br />I asked “what you want from me?”<br />You never did give me an answer to it<br />Questions we had plenty but answer we had none<br />We decided not to look for answers, let them show on their own<br />But somehow you were always a stranger within<br /> <br />I fell in love; thought love was to stay forever this time<br />You said you were in love too<br />Hell! It was easy for you to walk out on love<br />Who do I blame? My love or the stranger<br />Somehow you were always a stranger within<br /> <br />Tonight I hold whiskey, and a broken heart<br />I wait for the stranger who broke my heart<br />“Ok and who ever you are?”<br />Were the words that broke me forever, your last words to me. Because…<br />Somehow you were always a stranger within!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-28280374721112291952010-12-22T23:40:00.001-08:002010-12-22T23:40:36.649-08:00Of a sad oneWhy do the stars that charms the night look sicken’d tonight?<br />A new year lies ahead of her, just a few hours to go<br />And the darkness of yesterdays overshadow the rays of a new life<br />High in the air, she meant to rise<br />Somehow, down below an ocean of sorrows is all she got<br />Hopes have faded away, in this waste of existence<br />Not a friend to cry or laugh with, cold and alone<br />All she has is the roar of the wind, echoes repeat<br />Her eyes once upon a time glanc’d for him<br />Two hearts throbb’d together, embraces no longer met<br />He buried them all for her <br />No more deep slumbers, no more songs to sing<br />A heart once broken keeps breaking again and again<br />He heart wither’d like the winter leaves<br />O’er the years, never once turned into a new leaf<br />As a willow tree o’er the river wept<br />She floated, like a swan in the river of life<br />Blue peaks in a distant land rose against the cold white sky<br />And as the wind hovers over her like a canopy of miseries<br />The darned world took away her soul!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-56384228926068459452010-12-22T23:38:00.000-08:002010-12-22T23:39:04.908-08:00The thoughts in my headAs the morning sun comes through my window<br />I smile, forcefully, hoping the day does me good<br /><br />It’s the same old day<br />Nothing seems to change<br /><br />My fear of being noticed makes me put on a veil<br />Tired of being asked awkward questions<br />I resort to a glass of wine<br /><br />My morning, the every day of my life<br />The part of the day I dread the most<br />And why joys have I found?<br /><br />Shutting the doors to life<br />What satisfaction has it given me?<br /><br />Living behind closed doors<br />Like the dawn of the morning<br />How I wish my life was one<br /><br />Wishes! Only if they turned into reality<br />The world would be my own<br /><br />Desires! Only if I could control them<br />The world would have accepted me<br /><br />Maybe that’s just the way life is<br />I tell myself<br />And then, I see happiness around me<br /><br />Why aren’t I a part of it?<br /><br />Questions after questions<br />Just makes my life confusing<br /><br />Life’s questions and life’s realities<br />They just don’t seem right together<br /><br />Or do they?<br /><br />Time’s never right for anything<br />Not even for things you really want<br /><br />Somehow, life always catches you<br />At the wrong foot, at the wrong time<br /><br />Opportunities seem to have left me<br />To be on my own and wander<br /><br />But the question again is<br /><br />How far can I wander?<br /><br />Without a destination, a dream, a realization<br /><br />What am I without them?<br /><br />Too many questions in life<br />And no one to answer them<br /><br />Maybe the answers itself lies in the duality of life!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-11195783408255637272010-12-22T23:37:00.001-08:002010-12-22T23:37:55.161-08:00The anger in meI often blow up, for reasons I know not<br />Coming out when it is least expected<br />Churns my insides, bringing tears<br />Destroying who I am, in and out<br />Leaving people thinking<br />Labelling me as a total bitch<br /><br />Anger<br />Donot hit me hard<br />For I shall not wither<br />Nor shall I rise<br />You have often dictated my words and action<br />Making me un-ignore Buddha's beautiful words<br /><br />"Give up anger; renounce pride; <br />transcend all worldly attachments<br />Whoever restrains rising anger like a chariot gone astray, <br />that one I call a real driver; <br />others merely hold the reins."<br /><br />I quote Buddha's words<br />Each time anger hits me bad<br />Its a problematic human expression<br />Angry, nearly everyday of my life<br />But at times<br />Anger<br />Is the strongest way<br />To get emotions into words!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-34819253403939741122010-12-22T23:36:00.002-08:002010-12-22T23:37:19.431-08:00AnswersIn answers I seek life<br />Questions are plenty<br />But answers are none<br />Answers<br />Disappear<br />Into the burden of life<br />Called 'questions'<br />If only answers<br />Showed me to life<br />To the greater meaning<br />Of being myself<br />Answers<br />Show yourseld up<br />I need answers<br />Answers to change lifeTshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-4325634085373470982010-12-22T23:36:00.001-08:002010-12-22T23:36:40.466-08:00Poets and NatureFallen leaves cackle as the cool wind shy away<br />As Robert Frost wrote about birches bending from left and right<br />Robert Burns writes about a red rose and his love<br /><br />In the wilderness Robert Graves found tears<br />As a lover wept<br />The west wind blew, bringing the breath of Autumn's being<br /><br />On a May morning, John Milton welcomed life<br />As the bright morning star came dancing<br />Saluting for living one more day<br /><br />No lover has loved the beauty of nature<br />Like John Masefield did<br />Spring grass, the soft spring rain and the old chant of the sea<br /><br />Lord Byron often dreamt <br />Of rayless, pathless and an icy earth<br />Scared of darkness taking over her, the universe<br /><br />Fires blazed in the heavens of Christopher Brennan<br />The cicada's screamed, the trees cried for help<br />Nature poets wept<br /><br />Robert Bridges bought back the snow-capped mountains<br />The rivers and the trees<br />Among the flowers, the heavenly air<br /><br />Poets wrote about the beautiful mornings<br />And a paradise in nature<br />The last leaf shall never fall!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-42202927634149331082010-12-22T23:35:00.000-08:002010-12-22T23:36:09.807-08:00ShadowsDim lights, feelings of darkness<br />Nothing but my shadow seen<br />Dark, alone, no companion<br />Emotionless<br />Haunted by memories<br />My vision darkens more<br />Shadow fades into darkness<br />Darkness hovers within <br />Somewhere in time<br />Shadows surpass all darknessTshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-37258481107134411432010-12-22T23:34:00.002-08:002010-12-22T23:35:17.442-08:00SolitudeDays<br />Are gone<br />Happiness<br />Yet to be felt<br />A face<br />Needs to be seen<br />A heart<br />Explored and left<br />Feelings<br />Keep changing<br />People<br />Come and go<br />Desires<br />Are always plenty<br />Hope<br />Is a new way of living<br />Life<br />is the answer to everything!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-19625043028521025592010-12-22T23:34:00.001-08:002010-12-22T23:34:39.059-08:00FeelingsFeeling you<br />I embrace myself<br />Listening to you<br />I can hear the world<br />Reading you<br />I read books for a lifetime<br />Talking to you<br />My world takes a different meaning<br />Being with you<br />My life is complete<br />Go away<br />And you take a part of me<br />Stay<br />And you add another part<br />Sigh!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-49368368552352775172010-12-22T23:33:00.001-08:002010-12-22T23:33:47.878-08:00USTogether, we shall hold on to each other<br />Making memories of us, we shall never say never<br />Laugh we must<br />Cry for each other (together) we definately must<br />We still stand strong<br />Hand in hand, we walk through life<br />Bringing smiles and happiness<br />Sometimes tears and sadness<br />What so ever we may be<br />We still are together<br />Together for ever<br />And we shall continue to remain "US" for all years to come!Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-85442158803874553962010-12-22T23:31:00.000-08:002010-12-22T23:32:29.349-08:00Why does it still hurt?Why does it still hurt?<br /><br />I said I am over you<br />That I can live without you<br />I said I can get over you<br />That I don’t need you any more<br />But why does it still hurt?<br /> <br />I thought I was better off without you<br />Thought you didn’t matter to me<br />I thought I was going to hate you<br />Thought I can go on<br />But why does it still hurt?<br /> <br />I wanted to forget you<br />Wanted to free you<br />I wanted to ignore you<br />Wanted to get you out of my life<br />But why does it still hurt?<br /> <br />I have torn all your pictures<br />Have been happy without you<br />I have erased you from my life<br />Have been free without you<br />But why does it still hurt?<br /> <br />My life’s been singing songs<br />Since you left<br />My life’s been cheerful<br />Since I haven’t seen you<br />But why does it still hurt?Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-15018504878168302102010-12-22T23:26:00.000-08:002010-12-22T23:29:20.140-08:00MysteryVeiled in secrecy<br />She came from no where<br />When darkness rises, she comes alive<br /><br />Beneath a black umbrella<br />She was a shaddy lady<br />No names, no directions<br /><br />A seductive lover she was<br />Became the consort of men<br />One too many<br /><br />Played just like a pawn<br />She knew no limits<br />But played on<br /><br />Who was she?<br /><br />A dark beauty<br />Sultry and erotic<br />In shrouds of mystery<br /><br />Swept the men with her beauty<br />Left them heartbroken <br />Always wanting to know more<br /><br />But she will come and go<br />Swift and gracefully<br />Disappear, to the unknown<br /><br />Shinning in the dark<br />Glowing in the day<br />She was a shadow, no sun needed<br /><br />Men wondered about her<br />Women, wondered what the men wondered<br />Only she knew what they all wondered aboutTshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-76967753606531641802010-12-22T23:19:00.000-08:002010-12-22T23:23:23.102-08:00TearsOriginating from a divine despair<br />Both in times of happiness and sorrows<br /><br />Images of hopes against images of despair<br />It travels from the heart to the eyes<br /><br />The more you try to fight it<br />It hurts you more<br /><br />The moment you let it out<br />Every moment of feelings change<br /><br />Falling like snowflakes<br />Quietly and slowly<br /><br />Speaking words unspoken<br />As it rolls down your cheeks<br /><br />Not all of it is visible<br />For some remain within<br /><br />From the inside, looking out<br />Silently it falls<br /><br />One often cant count it<br />Neither bring it back<br /><br />Flowing from the depth<br />Into the outside<br /><br />These are my tears<br />My beautiful tearsTshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193713734102085497.post-5227827914325888822009-12-14T07:44:00.001-08:002009-12-14T07:44:28.665-08:00AN INTRODUCTION TO “LIFE AS IT SEEMS”In most sense, I have argued that there is a category of life which is a vague, unformulated excuse to bring out the writer on each one of us. <br /><br />A poem or a blog or an essay ever penned by a man or a woman is all definitions about life.<br /><br />“Life as it seems” is something that I can look back at and smile when life changes at a split of a second.<br /><br />Life changes in an instant and we often wonder what happened. This is something that will remind me of what happened in life and how things changed.<br />There is one thing that is common in all of us. Life happens to us all.Tshering Chuki Gyamtshohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407954731583525643noreply@blogger.com0