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Escape To Struggle

Evils with machine Guns to kill,
Ghost of my imagination were there to kill
Or to protect me from the evils.
Believing in myself was what left within me,
Left with my heart, my soul, and my life.
I glanced back, back to where I came from.
I couldn’t see in the darkness of moonless,
In the black vision of the Himalayan forest.
I wanted to see the crust where I came from,
One more time or for the last time,
But it was too dark to see.
I told my heart; it is too late to look back.
I knew I was quite far away,
Far away enough to think what I left
Will be my past, only my past forever.
Heard the sound of evils gun fire,
Running from gun fire, only eight year old me.
Holding my uncle’s hand like I held mother’s once
And convinced myself, I will be just fine with bless of the god,
The only god I believe in – my mother.
Everyone ran and ran, my hand slipped from my uncle.
Where am I? Eight years old boy in the forest of Himalaya,
Looking for his beloved uncle and friends in the moonless night.
Sounds of gunfire was getting closer and closer.
I closed my eyes and asked my mother what to do?
Struggle yourself and face fears, escape from your struggles,
You are escaping to struggle, struggle for a nation.
You have to struggle; escape to have you get the identity: my son.
I ran down the forest, not knowing what is next.
But I listened to my mother in my heart, so I had to run.
Running after my beloved sheep and yaks were paying me off.
But running from evils to escape my fear was scary.
When this darkness will end I thought.
May be when sun will rise again I said.
Waited for that sun for 59 years now.
Yet there is no Sun rise in my country- TIBET.
I have escaped, escaped to struggle.
This is a poem written by my husband. I just wanted to share it with you all to let you know and feel his feelings about himself and his country. Evils here refer to the chinese who has occupied TIBET since 1959. yet There are many chinese all around the world who supports Tibet. As in here my husband talked about struggling, that means at the tender age of eight, he with his uncle and a bunch of another tibetan walked all the way from Tibet crossing himalayas to escape from Tibet and get into India and seek education and freedom under the guidance of His holiness The Dalai Lama(our spiritual leader- a nobel laureate). With this I would like to suggest you my friends to look into the story of Tibet, get to know Tibetan and support our country Tibet. Thank you.

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Safe Haven

Safe haven

I am just a mere traveller,

Embracing the ambiguity.

Searching for things

without an ultimate destination.

Like a pale autumn leave;

I go where ever the life takes me.

A safe haven where I met you in amidst of this life journey so far.

An alluring smile of your;

And your impressive words

touched me deep inside.

Here comes the so called “love is in the air” feeling.

Your presence replaced the mundaneness of my life.

And I carry with me the indelible memories of us.

All I know is;

I am singing my heart out in the joy of being into us.

As I stroll through the path of this journey of my life;

I carry our indelible memories. And I smile.

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Free

FREE…

I see these beautiful,
soft patches of clouds;
Spread all over the high above blue sky.
Flocks of birds lightly being carry away by the wind,
seem like they are bathing in soft cotton.
Added upon, the warmth that they get from the sunrays
boost them up.
So do they move to every possible corner of the World;
With no worry of being trapped,
No worry of rules,
and No worry of suffocation of being under oppression.
I wonder how do they feel.
I wish they have had the ability to talk
to tell me how do they feel.
Ironically, Human should be enjoying
every bits and pieces of happy moments of freedom.
Unlike these birds, we do talk, understand and think.
If it is, then why do Tibetans still lack the basic rights
when the source of all these are human.
Why just they cannot let it go and
Sort it out by dialogue.
Tons of Tibetans undergone waves of fiery protest;
(which is what a moment to hesitate and cry when think of).
To call for the international community,
Telling them this is how they seek peace rather than being alive under the oppression;
Telling them this is the way they got to show the world of their sufferings.
I would rather be a bird than being born as a human;
not in a million years at least.
And I pray for my fellow Tibetans and martyrs for their next life to be born as a free bird.

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A Dream

At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my homeland.
And it is an epic weekend.
Sun is about to set,
And my feet are still wet.
Here comes the creepy dark cloud;
Making loud sound.
Thunder is striking,
Wind is blowing,
And I am singing;
A SAD SONG.
It starts dribbling,
And I am still sitting, soaking.
Ferns behind me are dancing;
As the wind is blowing.
The embracing scenic beauty,
Has become dirty.
Now it’s gloomy,
And I am feeling doomy.
Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper,
So I am searching for my draper,
While I am still singing;
THAT SAD SONG.
Its pouring heavy;
 And I am shaky.
The unfinished story; reamains unfinished.
Shaky makes me tired.
Still I am shivering,
And somebody is hugging;
It is my husband; 
And I am being pampered.
He is cuddling;
While I am still shaking,
And I am now having a sound sleep.

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Silent

My heart is loaded with words that I want to spit out, 
However, I could not let them out. 
People say only the heart of one knows the language of other ones heart;
Language of heart is the most beautiful thing ever happened;
It does not need to be told for what heart wants. 
I guess it is all just saying. 
My inner voice is telling me to shout out
And I want to. 
But  I would  not know "HOW". 
There are lot of things my voice is telling me to do and my heart is saying me to act. 
I always have this feeling of ambiguity.
Following it, gets me no where. 
Try not to follow it, gets me no where as well. 
All I can do is be static and stagnant. 
Every time when I look into the sky on clear sunny day, 
I could see the clear blue sky with only a few tinge of cloud.
And the movement these cloud made couldn't be seen. 
That's the way, how I name different shapes of cloud with my own imagination by the way they form. 
And it's all unmoved and beautiful. 
The rainy day would not allow me to have this gaze. 
I am just a mute woman, 
That doesn't mean I have nothing to speak. 
My silence has lot of beautiful things that if I tell, you might wonder why I have not told till now!. 
That's how I am: silent yet tons of things that you would like when you hear me.

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We End As We Begin

Sorrow ought to be private;
So I buried it deep down.
But in no time, it plied up one over the other;
And now the hole that my teeny tiny heart has;
Is silently wailing in agony.
It was a bright initiation of us;
But in a glance, everything faded away.
So this is what; we end as we begin.

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Uninvited Visitor

Deafening silence with a tint of thin ailed wind,
Eerie copper Sun peeping right behind the grey cloud,
Yellow leaves every where.
All makes my heavy heart into pieces.
Pierce every little pieces.
Now there is no more enough spaces
In my heart to place you.
Still somehow, there is my love, my care and your need in my life.
Always makes me wonder how 
Could not I let you go.
You came into my life like an uninvited visitor.
You do things as per you.
You surprised me and keep 
surprising me all the time.
Things have changed now, 
May be for good.
But it is getting worse, for now
I could not let you go.
I could not let you go.

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Lost

May be It could be a lot more simple.
It was Then and It is Now.
Then, I find happiness in every little things.
Chasing dreams was once the way of reminding myself
That “I am living a Life”.
With every stroke of serendipity,
I land up where I am bound to be loved, cared and secured.
It was Then that
I keep on keeping on and try on trying on.
Consistency was key strength.
And so I never die within.
Now, A little confident left within;
Dream once a dream,
No longer a chase.
Things I want to tell the world are buried deep within.
Like a wall flower,
I am nowhere to be appreciated.
I enjoy my aloofness
Coz society is what I am scare of.
Trapped in within a fetters of societal talk and norms.
Now, I find no happiness.
If there is any,
A life of hermit is what I prefer.

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You and Me

You had come into my life like a sudden flame.

Blazing and streaming into my heart.

Now, summer is over.

It’s time to go home.

Summer romance ends for enormous reasons.

But there is always common of one thing.

That is those shooting stars;

Fleeting light of eternity,

And in a flash, they are gone.

Sunrise and Sunset,

I did not realize what it feels like to lose my own.

Waited for someday

That we could be together again,

That we could feel each other everyday,

In each others arms; before sunrise and before sunset.

Dream, no longer a dream;

Wish, no longer a wish.

It is certain that everything we touch surely dies.

Anyone we meet, surely apart.

And this is life.

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Little Tree

Thought I would write my life story, 
But nothing came out on paper. It was just some scribble that I have been making.
I could have filled up pages and pages by now. 
My life’s unwanted things keeps interrupting my concentration.
And the pages are still blank.
Now I feel like I have missed a lot 
While I was alive literally;
Something, I wished I would have done. 
Still I am here with a pen and blank book,
And it’s utterly sad to watch that little tree through my window.
Even that little tree came out better than me. 
As in spring, it makes people serene and enjoy its view. 
As in summer, it brings cool air.
As in Autumn, it’s leaves falls and drift everywhere;
Makes the perfect ambience for lovers.
As in winter, it somehow makes the view unbelievable.
And still I am here; 
Lonely, waiting up for that little tree, 
To fetch me through, pull me through, and guide me all over throughout my walk of life,. 
I just want to stay safe with and or behind you. 
I hope you know me well by now.