Tshewang's Hingtam

When the sun shifts towards westland-from the horizon of last crest. Ere the darkness become unearthly even finding hard to walk Every living returns to their home, that made out of their happiness No matter how important is the day or their event- Home is just a home, another source of their happiness. without absentee, without counting their distance, one should attain, For the meeting of peace and joy, betwixt family, love and trust. That is the habit of our time and a practice of our routine. But when i travel, i travel to the distance of elsewhere, that do not covers by the instrument to measure, may be call as crossing the mor reaching to the limit of imaginary, That i travel faster than the time machine, seen in some fantasy movies,  Nobody knows me, where i am but they knows to know i am with them, walking, talking, playing and passing the time together because they have a eyes to see my carcass with them breathing,. Evenly, i am not death, but still on the ...

We have thousand of distance betwixt, north and south like. And the numbers of days to count, ere we arrange the meet. May be the months away to chase by the time we have. As or many considerations, one thing is aye alive. And another thing that belongs to me is always with you, That the hope is alive and my solitude heart is with you. i keep my hope beyond the trust, give my heart in love,  -apart my need, so or, believe i could arrange our togetherness. A permanently together till we end to live by. When word go strong in love, you must be in doubt you develop, As you said, "You are highly educated, you may ruin me". I do admit it, few have done that and most will say "no"- So i am here on ''no''. giving you the space to build me a trust. And i do consider of my education as a bow- that join the idea from the numbers people in making better world. so it wouldn't bother you of suffering with me, i oath, Instead i feel, i am the ...

I have experienced hundreds of hours- And the thousands of seconds in, Just believing beauties are the lair. On it, the days went on my believes As it proves me by thousand of reasons. First the beauty i consider as Young and- The clean face, white nature, and slim figure, Certainly i spent loving on it much years and my age- But separation and meeting time of nature, changes us in pole. Clean face has a nature- to occur volcano, pipe line when ages steps on, whiteness to black when sun loves more on white. And the tall becoming shorter when stick starts- Helping with its sympathy on us, And these are, the beauties of our cocoon mind we believe in. Nevertheless of all, your beauties like wonders like The narrow curly hair the art drawn by cloud- your round composite pinky face, like a dream moon of - Bhutanese calendar, shone on Bhutanese night. Love by all and the greatest artist like cloud never dies, even the moon will shine though it misses some nights so you!...

Education, the seed of all wealth, Gadget of the modern-  -world. Cosmetic of the beauty-desire living, Of course, the power of a post we are designate. And the curse of all the sin we do "-blindly". The world we live into our life-civilized-educated. Not because we know, A, B, C, D,......... Even not made by English we speaks, But at least we knows to know writes the feelings. Now the man has education-by-for, even by certificate in years of schooling, or, By marks, prestige , ranks and the recognition But we miss the value on prove of education we have. Nor the value doesn't have the proof to make prove. The holder of the proof enjoying on the undefined joy, May be on the beauties of this world-unknowingly- But harming in the beauties of sides they play. Apart these are their world in bed of their time. Nonetheless, my Hero, you have no certificate- That proves you are high in education by marks and related- Certainly! the value you have on your livi...

When i look upon the sky amidst the day i can see nothing, but the cloud in gang swing in directions. The greatest artist of all they like and wish to draw, Making the shape of all the mysterious and our wonders. As i went deep, just covering the direction To the beauties of sun i reached above my head. But it could not accept my eyes to see because- i did not accumulate the good deed in my karma, to allow me from seeing it with my proud blinking. so i compare you to the sun upon the sky.{Pure, Virgin and beloved} During the night, lonely i was thinking. As i strongly penetrate through its colour. The moon, the stars and the light of taller building, i could see beyond the blackness of my eyes. Breeze slowing as if the warmness of your body, surrounding me and helping to make me chill  As we had spent in our short sporadic time. So the beauties of stars shining so far as i see, Million of beauties i can count twinkling{with love sight for me} But no! i can't acc...

I suppose, i were a blind for the year, may be the deaf i feel sometime- so that i could make myself dumb And the sense of nose i can use Just to smell your best aroma, Without the desire, you think as sin- May be because i may be your sinner. But blessing of god blessed me more- Given with the best sense i do feel and object- Arranging me with the wonderful karma, Taking all the way i walk to safe. And saving me from the sins i do bad. The best i can think, best i meet with you. That is the best of all i must like, And the gift i got from my god of believe{religion} For, nothing i have to scare or- need not have to- build the sense of exception in your Karma. Thousand and hours i will wait to say "i love you", You are the best i could love with my-best. Giving the love i sense of peace and happiness- So never make me senseless of Mr. Love And you are the gift i receive from the god i trust. 05:03:2016

I have a wings, but without feathers Though i try to grow it i consider it as a distance process Not because i hate to nurture it and, not due, of the lack in courage of touching sky But i am tried of doing it alone. And these wings are the wings of my dream which i caught on it i knew i was a dreamer. But further it gives me a concentration of lives So i knew i have a relation on its' subject and That for the subject of my planing. The wing i thought can loves as my home the plan of my future dwelling. Mixture of genders in open family relationship but useless as wings without feathers. As to have a dream of my own family so i needed of someone, prophesied by love. For the love of prophecy i have been waiting certainly- seeing for the uncountable hours pilling on days But when i saw you, law made me blessed at first, Further by your beauty in kindness. as i compare- no one. Resulting i have a mind of calling you as my feather. 04:03:2016

There's a gap in a place we meet.                                               Where i confess and you reveal about the nature we belongs to and that change into "no gap" by the arrangement of word 'love' and it brought us to the same empathy Sameness by the concentration of our heart. And the hope of same bed till our carcass. -of course no gap, but the gap we see- In the origin of different family The gap of the different village The gap of the different sex The gap of different level in our education And the gap of our thinking indeed. But certainly the time heal to see 'no gap on it' By the arrow of same target. and that target is the hope of our future. The future of all reign last to be together. The future of love. The future of peace The future of marital and our family. And will the cupid bless as to hope for more though. 03:03:2016

Modern, the period we live by, Advancement in the gadgets we use- Civilized on the age we grows And the comfort we seek by our mind. These are the happiness we describe for the less, happiness i feel is different. Very different from the different we knew. Modern but the simple i wish, Advancement but the energy needed i feel, Civilized along with the value i mean and the comfort i see inside comfort. After the breath of all happiness i could wish Wish the peace rather than of happiness. So that i found on her by the time of unexpected- Like the hidden treasures being blessed to be found by prophesied one. Oh! no! she have a life too, that to live Life with the dream, and dream to fulfill. and how can i wish as greed as mine, (happiness is different) So i shall mandate as the strongest pillar of her dreams Pilling the rising seed of education to her dream, And the warmest blanket of her emptiness. 02:03:2016

Time the greatest order of the all beats,                                 And the worst enemy of the happiest beats- so the enemy of my beats too Due, no word is share that to be shared. And yes! i had a time of meeting but that wasn't enough i felt as i saw angel, Many seconds, few hours and some days i had. These were not enough as sage flows and i have to bring trust instead with her. Believe, i could believe her then, she has shown her empathy  on; On the words of my few days though But what if i had a years? may be the more year? That could reveal the future of my dream. Will she be mine ever? or- Will she just feel the same of all lover's words? No, i doubt! but i am certain sort on the words i play Mine was the best of love from all of her planner. As she had given me the hope of the strongest shelter- with the subjects of her her love, purity and innocent. And fulfill the lo...

The winter, starts of the fairy tale                                       The tale of a girl with two men I know, it will end at summer  In the prophecy of one man- But who will be that lucky man? Am i? or will he be? i doubt. Now it depends on the fate; Who ever knows to create the fate', The creator will end the tale of winter. And a tale of a single girl as- Will ends with the fate of single man. But what is the winter tale of? Love, affairs, friendship or common relationship? Lossage the born of new epistolary, A story of the winter twilight eclipse- Conveying the message of love to world. And it can be the message of love-sure,  So the contain of lossage-The winter tale. Sharing the freedom of secular love, In the farthest distance of dream faced in the pain of emptiness  And even anticipation of meeting with dream. 29:02:201...

 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...