Tshewang's Hingtam

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”

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