Tshewang's Hingtam

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”

Don’t pre-judge the quality on good Ayes learn to accept yer eyes’ panorama May be attractive or hideous in yer momentum Reaching at yer notes is difficult and are not charmer Instead consider one’s perfectness is their proud of “I” No one is perfect if perfect itself comes from the lexicon. Judgment from yer first sight will not be your ever last adj. In the memory of your dumb mind from its blind paparazzi Nevertheless by deals we can reach to their ken of the kin Inquisitive of yer initial doubt will be cleared in yer lei.          

My mother wants me to become Good Civil Servant That can earns me with sufficient remuneration Make me proud in front of many other livings And wanted me to help them and my younger  Which I dream though I can’t accomplish her dream    My relative wants me to become Police Officer So they desire to reduce the drastic problem of crime deals They wanted this world to be peace place for living Without the bulletins of any thread on human living Which I desire from the world of all human to help our officer                 My friend wants me to become teacher Where they wanted me to share my advices to present youth Making all youth into prolific one in their living from then Without the crisis of youth criminals on this world Outliving the hopes of our beloved old leaders When all wants me to become on their own ambition What you want me to be converted into my...

I can’t be emotionally strong every time Writing poems need a strong emotion in weak To wreck all words of heart into parody To synchronize all parody into the tune of nightingale That touches the heart and to prongs your heart. You ask me to write the poem I will arrange all thy profession’s natures into my keen That glorifies your world above the crest of Mts Everest- And hide the grime of thy traits below the depth of deep To precast you from your pedigree’s world- You asked me the poem But I had given you lines That monarch can read  Half-wit livings can understand And thou can connect with my wrong Making all my words into false statement

Empty seats to my sinistral and dextral   Some few presented and were to and fro All pivot their head on desk of respect That is supposed to keep book on it No teacher, further made the boredom Boring class I can describe ever in mind Wastage of day without any prolific works Works of account on my daily diary Ever lucky for those who were absent Narrowed the gap on attendance of poor Love the boring class if I got your warmth But you were also not presented Just sleeping on odd hour ended the class The class of boring period ever in lever In the interesting eve of my degree In the college of where ‘emphasis is on life’ Garden city, garden inside the class With the flowers of sleeping students Under the brightness of huge sun No more luck on the day of boredom But at the very end of unlucky day Friend came, came to accompany me Then hilarity bust in the one’s loneliness

May be too fast to arrive Arrive for the next period For the existing period The transparent girl was late Not badly late She was better than absent Smile like on her decent Gave the room for one silent  Peace inside the one silent One silent, forever silent she made Transparent girl Came with her transparent dress astral Water bottle on her sinistral Lip balm on her dextral with hankie Flowerily hill on sandals Making her secondly tall on hill Contesting the world of model One silent, forever silent she made                     Transparent girl Rooted in my transparent heart By her transparent dress leveled The poor passion on my parts From my transparent world Want to share transparent words May be “I love you” in your nature Make it transparent to my heart further Ere your “hate” dark poke on my face Leave the world you ...

On your head the Bright Moon shone Where I can weigh against thy arts of beauties Not in unaided hung up on the sky of prone Watching aye to the world from distant Love passions from my world seeing on you Night went out of sleeping with your world Crossing the miles of thousands length I came to meet you under bright moon No light to brighten the world in more Respecting the nature’s patient on us I came here by your love current in swing Arrange me the soften pillow of your fairness Cover both by the cozy alleviate blanket Give me the chance to love your ripen breast To feel the eve of our togetherness starts Conscious for ever in the sweet of unrest flow Tranquil to hear the tired breath from both And live on joy ere martyr comes on faint death                      

I wish it is a season of where the flowers are blooming With the blossoms everywhere in my place too- Choosing from the beautifulness of its beauties I will give the most beautiful one in the sake of my love; That has a sentiment from the gods and by butterflies I will give it to you to express my love is rare If I were blessed to choose the season of my heart I prefer the season that has more heats That can send us to swim in cool water And I will swim with you and express my love in pool I desire to have a season of chilly wind in my calm day That can blow out the leaves from its’ tree slowly in huge I can take you there and wanna play with catching leaves- And want to share my love in depth autumn When I am with you I wish the season to be with too cold Cold that can bring the snow on our door steps When snow keeps on falling we will sleep till the mid day- Under the huge blanket holding you lovely And want to keep thou with me ever under my bl...

“What is your father name child? What is your mother name? Where are you coming from? Bring nu. 10 each tomorrow “ Asked by the teacher in the school; I love my teacher if he never asks me To tell my father’s name inside the mates I respect my teacher if he never asks My mother name and her details My teacher is my god if he never asks me  To bring ngultrum when I don’t have chetrum He is my best teacher if he never asks my details The thoughts in the mind of orphanage What is father’s name when I don’t know myself? What I will respond when my teacher asks me To tell my mother’s name when mother is only title O! I must ask for my lord Hollowed lord, what is my father name? Sorry child, I don’t know _i brought you here  Because i felt pity on you When I saw crying on the side of road Oh! I might be orphan Where I must go now better left the school If I go school my teacher will scold me If I fail to answer the question And he...

How wonderful it is that Keats came to this earth  How wonderful it is that simple man became the youngest poet How wonderful it is that Keats had been the best poet How wonderful it is that Keats got the fame at young age; I know you are not present in the mundane world But your name was vividly written in your poems- And we can know how wonderful you had been in this world_ And I came to know you when I was in grade eight When I read your poem of “four seasons” I like it as much as you take a time to write it. I know you love very much to your mistress But does Fanny had been witty like you to write in words I like the way you loved your mistress And am following the way of your love to my mistress Where are you Keats? Why don’t you come in front of us when we read your name? Your poems were very simple but nobody can explain it Why you left this world without caring the lives of Fanny Oh! Is my mistress is your Fanny? But let me be your ...

Taking the gun from their arsenal Wearing the barret and jersey With the great hope on their mind Went to Whitefield to put their ply Voice from the heart of bravery Means of clearing all the way to their aim By heals changing the old clouds into black Crossing the nearest moor of their step Following the feathers of Lieutenant Obeying the map of their own heart Went for the battle of “do or die” Counting the sound of their bullets Gained the courage to take another battle Battle of the blood and merciless Hunting for a new running adversary Reimbursing the camp of rival into tranquility Bracing the flag of the winner to the sky And “Yangnas” to all the deities of their war Celebrating the mind of dauntless From the nation salutes to their effort Gathering the hands from all citizens Praying for the heart of their dauntless

(written with the tears of maid by the way they were treated by the master of the house in the absent of his wife related to all the societies in this world)   She went to market in the crack of dawn Bought the bunch of sag and other too She picked up the sugarcane and counted the money Thinking it as expensive she left just asking the cost Continued the steps imagining the crunch When we place betwixt our teeth After completing the shopping of in list She came back carrying the bag full of fresh vegetables In the house masters were still in the middle of their dream Without disturbing them, with extra cares she continued with her works Begun to clean all rooms and washed her face Then went to kitchen "the place where she was destined" Washed all the plates and mugs Made a fire in oven and started cooking the meal one All done and ready to serve for the masters By clock it was eight and half of the ante meridiem The master woke up and fol...

I can’t compare thy beauties with that of daffodils  Though they are nurtured from the clean lake Matured with the striking colours Respected by all the people to offer for god Because by nature they are unfaithful and Flowers are the most unfaithful in nature But thou! Never a character of daffodils How I can make you unfaithful in this universe I can’t compare yer beauties with that of Milky-way Though they are at high sky on clean environment With the twinkling of stars around them Giving the stunning panorama on the Earth   Because Milky-ways are the beauties of world Up upon the sky giving the desire for whole world If I compare with them you don’t have power The power to brighten world of penury And you are not immortal that can stay forever Up upon the sky of whole world I can’t compare thy beauties with that of moon That shines giving the calm light on earth Making this world better place to breath for all livings ...

(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                  ...

I wish the sun could shine upon the sky forever And sadness of the people would come never But nothing could last for everlastingly in this universe Even the soul and mind of the free verse, By the great zealous on my parody This is where I end my canto of melody Three cheers for the light of my lovenet The first for the god always being around my net To prop up my heart of divinity in the humanity Second for you, being faithful apart from your curiosity And a cheer of last with the peerless mind, to my parents Being the metallic pillar of my goal and after my prints            By these moments, wish love in the lovenet            To express from the world of sonnet            Though it was randomly scribbled in the poetic net

The days are unhurriedly figuring towards you With pilling the punch of sins in my fate I know you have seen my all sinning in live But are all when curiosities and powers are on young Now nothing left on my coin to purchase gift for you And am not brave enough to enter your door, I saw much bereavement across my experiencing stays Now times are nearing to me and my parents But ere you love me and call me to yours world Let me share my heart of achieving goals to you I am poor but life in semi orphan made me in poorer Like others I got dad but I am unsavory to his reputation My mom, victim of all sins with the tears of all sufferings Still in the world of penury disrespecting in her age But my Mors! Her actions of sins are all because of me So I will try my true dedication of son to my mom My mom is Buddhist but knows not about Buddha Her daily dedication through morning offering  By simple water seems to be going in vain But still she has...

Yet another break to come in the world of our romance After the long fissure in departure of our freelance Eagerly waiting for the last exam to be done My mind in these moments is always on the phone  Looking for your slide show on your photos album Collecting your collage to create our wedding album Again another month yet to come for the last date Ere the winter end I will be with you to cheat But have a patient on your passion Respect for the time of my expressions And don’t let the rain to fall from yer white clouds Last minutes are always filled with the bad omen they could        Nevertheless, love on thou never end easily in this epoch       Unless the evils sword strike on my heart with silly approach       If not, the world belong to us in these karmic porch