Tshewang's Hingtam

The beauty of all feelings Imprinted on the wall of eyes Words by words And empower to keep blinking All day to night And all night to day Thus, in short, the power of writing

I am somewhat stuck in my game of words Not knowing how to arrange the alphabet in line, For how, not because i lost the trend of writings lord But by wonder of love existing in the friendship live. We are friend, i do admit and it is same for your feelings We love but yes we do love each other on the hope of And building our friendship stronger than the love-living. But being close and best is also a danger of being best off. I feel i am still stuck, on the truth of game i am playing. And the truth must be revealed somehow by any means, But who will be listening on truth? May be the words flying. So shall the world be hearing my truth through flying winds.  I love you Juno, but i am your friend in your mind. You may wonder if my words reach into your ring But now, i have no space to keep it inside my mind. And don't ridicule Juno, i meant it with the flying wings. My love to you, it is not the new set on this world Some are married, with children and few ar...

Come on! The flow of spoken words, Spontaneous to the end of origin And the unseen teasure of the mouth But will of the wings, 'Heart the hero' Simply the name-bluff, due for unanswered As the source of spoken words are unsung. Oh! Words of the heart, millions- Unknown, unwritten and not feathered Singing without the tune for, and- Dancing without the music beats Deep inside the unknown hall, Just with the eagerness of every human. Speak it! Let it be finished Finish! I doubt even all resources dry Words of the heart finds for the ears. For the deaf, louder by the way By dumb, sings with the sign So shall the beauty of heart never fails. Words of the heart! And of my heart- Nearer i get, towards your warmth The pain of shiver i creates inside, Power of the heart dissolves under shy And the university of words scattered, So i mute only with the beats of heart. Breathing with the tune, heard by ear Louder then the cracks of thunder But the words of ...

I dream about you and yourself One day with you at same home, That you made in my empty house. With the dream dreaming together. And i dream about myself and my live Sometime with the highest lust with you In other days sharing the stories that went, And mostly with the pride of future together. But when does that mean come, And when do i get the time to share you, Of course sometime no time, And dreams are dreaming alone. So if i were a dog, Mr. Tubby Who sleeep at your bed duo, Who get your hands everyday, And your kisses every minute, Who gets beautiful looks, Eye kiss, tight hug and lift, Food from your hands everyday, And care and love unending, I would consider myself the best, Blessed, luckiest and smart. And that would never veils Till to the till of my ends. If i were your Tubby, I would promise you with promises The ring of love back towards you, And i would never shit at your room. I would love to keep the promises of: I would never break...

Poetry is the language of emotion, poet express his emotion not his feeling into the poem- Poet writes with tune and stress with nature. So does that poetry be the best of all literature writing? -Auth Sangay Tshewang

 From the thousand of maids I think I am the worst maid From the million of servants I think I am the sincere servant I do what my object does and no other Sometimes I feel I am the puppet after Acting same as the object in no need also Still I don’t have tears to cry my own so I have to bear all the sadness on my own I don’t have a friend to share my feeling on If I have I will share more than you read here. But I am the, who laugh with the object there, I am the one who cry when object does I do all what the object does accordingly lose But for me he never cares on what I want And how I feel, he is in his own world lent. I am the shadow of course, without breathing Cause by the light and you can’t see me shining- In the absent of light and in mistaken darkness. But I am still with you in all places and time mess. In the darkness I follow you under your foot Thinking if I come with you in equal size like root You might get scared in th...

I was studying for my examination that day Waking early in the morning from the normal time Like usual the rays had fallen and warm has come, Onto the head of every living and other creatures It was Friday, a good Friday of course holy Friday. The day was peace, more than the words I describe   Without much human disturbance to the nature Without noise, without sound only with the creeping From the dancing birds of swirling sky Suddenly everything stopped in between When the loud sound broke from nowhere From the box, sound of war alike and A sound of flaming debate I felt, that was so rude. I didn’t understand the meaning even I tried But the accent I heard was so rude I was listener-of course, by no other means. The sound later I knew it was- It was a prayer to the god For the mystery and its faith of people on it The prayer for the god, who loves us, The prayer for the goddess who care us And the prayer for the god and goddess who punish...

I will fly someday over your head Without the shadow, without the wings But I don’t know when I will fly- And still I will fly over your head. It is not my prophecy But I doubt it must be my destiny.  Wherever my life leads no matter- I will fly one day and forever I will fly up upon the sky- Without the feathers but with my hands- Without the fur but my hairs I am ordinary and I am certain I will fly. When I fly I will fly-  Till the line of crest cloud And construct my own home Where the peace is without war When I fly I will carry the message-  -Message that stop the war Any try to make this world peace for all Without the red liquid on land Without the  tears from the twinkling eyes. I wanted to fly and was my dream Because this world is so dirty If I fly I will collect all the litters And make the world cleaner  Like that of mysterious heaven I will fly still in rain If I don’t fly flood is going to kill me...

{Impossible is the thinking that stops your tender progresses of possible.} The word that the fear can use to evade dread The word answer of the coward without intend And the character of the laziness without divulge, ‘Impossible’ the word-encourages us to discourage. Resulted from the fail of try while trying Resulting for the fear of next try and of crying- Failure, failing and fail of the one’s existence That we experience in our own practice- It is not the answer of the word impossible, But the result that gives the next struggle. Next try, next and next-striving for the lay, It leads to the depth-perfection of way, Impossible, then flop of its stands-when flying, “I’m possible” is the last effect of trying.

The sun that shines from the east has an ending into the west Every month starts by the date one has its own ending at thirties For the child borne today will sure have a death day after present And the world created in the undated has its ending at undue date. For the every starting we can hope for the ending day Be it good or bad, both are the ending by the result lay ‘Good’ the day of cheering that creates the memory And the ‘bad’ that creates the mistake on the gone days What is the emotion that human are having? For the good cherish and for the bad showering of tears. We do not know what life is? And we never know what result is? Good and bad, both the temporal feelings And success and failure both are the results of own hard work.   For the rays setting in the west is enemy. For the life of second, death is the greatest enemy. For the feeling of love break is the saddest memory And for the interesting day time limit is the greatest moment. ...

The returns of love have proven the living we are- When reply doesn’t matches with our expectation, From the end of our own love like in unwritten words: know the expression from unknown and-  On the love, give the challenge for love in seldom. That dries the hatred of your love, And create the sense of regret for your elimination. Let your target to know your beauties, Beyond the ground of your ugliness- And show her your ugliness as a beauty of whole world. Challenge for love; take a challenge for its meaning, Speak frankly and ease the lies you shine inside, Forget the physical beauties and focus on your cleanness- They way to become smart is in the path of thy cleanliness. Hate the hates you have and develop the love out of your hate. In the moment of depth loneliness- Your enemy will have a chance of accompanying you. Develop the love of humanity and respect the thing you see, Appreciating other will also be in the heart of your lover. Ne...

The Love The love is in eyes- some says, It is also in mouth with speech sometimes it is with emotion, After all it is expression of own feelings. One feeling with the absent of fault' on the destination of our love. We love, we share but more will be unwritten, With the false speech of mouth sometime leads to the combination of lives Truly that is love but not with the feelings of love. Love should be from our heart not by senses_ connected with the thinking of our mind. Speech from the mouth is just a mediator And expression from the eyes as a signal of love But what the love lead today is- not really a love with sense of respect for love. Love is sometime a jewel of youth but it also exists in the autumn age No matter who fall in love It must be with the aim of making peace Then to the culture of happiness. Now time has changed with the principles of love Starting of love is same with great affection  But its record will be for a month or twice Love...

The Death Every starting has it's ending and every ending has it's own reason Every reason will be based on good or bad Base on two, history will will keep their accounts. But end we see is not the last ending. After the every end, new starting is in uncertain date Like a end, death is the end of our life Be it bloodshed or peace in death, rebirth is for sure. Aged or young it doesn't have any guarantee Based on the lotary of god we have to go No matter how we are in the power to rule Even our parental prestige can't prolong it Buddha had deceased just to show one truth- "No one will be eternal, even the enlightened being" But the way we live today is the key of our next life. Heaven after the death A eternal home of every living A peaceful home of every dream with eternal life of everlasting blessing But it is a home for only good dwellers Those who follows the "Eight Fold Path" Believes in the "Four Noble Truth" ...

The Freedom Freedom was got by the bloodshed battles, when blood led as river we were not there. We don't know anything about freedom but we are free today without the true freedom Fearless was the hero and is history to us Many were dead and turned into ashes on finding freedom But very few were written on the history Those luckiest were the leaders of thousands Guided a crew of numbers without name on account King never fought for freedom nor commander' Soldiers but common people were involved on their command King died after thousand of lives when no alternatives were left But false history never shy to account their name Freedom the result of wars Freedom the result of tears Freedom the result of lies from leaders Freedom the result of bravo people Free the result of freedom but without freedom Thousands were death on fighting for the freedom Still it(leaders) never get real meaning World is divided by different freedom but unending wars are stil...

The Religion The religion is what we have by birth, but what we do is all irreligious. All gods love all livings, no matter where we are from, nonetheless why human hates other's religion? The religion it gives us the ethic of past, What we do as a religious mind is all Unethical.  (The works of blasphemy) Religion is the path of heaven. Due but we are clearing the way to hell. Then religion become as a source of dislike, but religion is the theory of like and kindness. Human have everything in mind, at the same time nothing with value. Religion is the broad-way to humanity with truth Nevertheless our action made it to the narrow of perfection It is good to have no religion in this presence, What is use of religion when nobody trust in truth? kill as much as you want and take no life of rebirth in future. If we believe in religion, all religions have a way to their heaven. There is nothing more to do as religious living One feeling in your heart with love ...

It is an genre of poems might be first to be introduced in early decades of 21st century in the poetic world from the college student. The parabolic poetry develops mainly to give understanding on the nature of this world and its denizens, basically the way human lives with the life of other livings. Now the people in this world are seems to go like in animal living (killing eachother). When the transformers wanted to change the action of our people, with the respect of equality they shares everything indirectly, might be relating to nature or animal with human but the effort from the destination of the transformer seems with zero change. so my thought also bring that the human are changing into animal. By this abstract the parabolic poetry speaks direct meaning to the first reader without any suspection in meaning. The poetry speaks very direct meaning of the lines with two words, which will give the good imagination with the expectation of bad. I might be the one to bring idea...

Love is what expresses by the courage But what the coward can do to love I took the camera of my phone on active And started to look the girl whom i loved It was the unwritten love on her Still i loved her increasingly on the days I thought of taking her live image But hesitation killed my courageous When i knew i was feeling shy I still found some courage left with me So i took the shadow of that girl. posted all and all in social coverage What they said was will never improve. If she comes to know i wonder Wonder on what she will do More than that i wonder on her Will she get a boy who loves her? More than the love of my heart Given on her image of shadow

Taking the odyssey of 60steps Again reach back to the same point Point of where it had started its journey No sense of awareness on itself And not a living with “in” and “out” But living by advanced progress of science Taking the tour on its orbit of minute Watching all the status of livings Guiding the leader with strict scheme Awakening the latest pig in human habit By the sound of it agreement on flaming fire “Sonata” the golden coloured I do have On the left waist of my poor undressed hands Guiding then and routine of my entire odysseys Taking me to the better world of my bitterness With the epitome of best principles on my life “Follow the time not the watch of own eyes”

Mundane I observed when I saw my dusk Under the brightness of milk cup from east Nothingness to the world of lives’ battles Aye with the pain of loneliness in my moor Kinder I saw myself but less kindness to other Heart I got with love but zero to its purpose Away from the sense of love to beauties love Reminisces from the day of your love on me Eternal I felt on my sense of breathing nerve Loneliness I’d deleted from my lonely heart   Ignorant I dump on my well of poor simplicity Living with the miracle of cupid I learnt from it Outlive for the ply of the love I can give you Vision I can create to the mission of my life Everything contains will be my penned words Yawning from the blind love to the aged love On the beauty of love on your heart and soul Unchangeable I vow it lies on yer faith of fate.                          ...

The last of all even events In the heart of zero eyes Still triggering for loveable With the highest level of able From the unknown mundane world On thy mess up and enigma words Posing here to there till its melody With the fluent sequence in parody “Last love” I had promised in my faith But broken by the truth of lust fate Not as of seeing on your beauty And sin will not be on your county Promise me with the word of your ‘yes’ I will build the hero of thousand eyes In the chapter of one poor heart With the pen by movement of breath I will sketch the nest of nightingale And will scribble the yarn of archangel That behold the night of our togetherness That flop the legend of their keenness On the interest of legend of zero eyes But of the hero made by yer syrupy “yes”