You can read the first part of this blog here. ‘Tibet is the preoccupation of my life from childhood; freedom of Tibet has always been my dream.’ - Tenzin Tsundue. A Risky Journey to Tibet As I mentioned in my last blog, my friends and I were looking forward to Tenzin Tsundue’s session about his … Continue reading Blog: Yaanam’25 – Tenzin Tsundue’s Protests, Poetry, & Latest Book, Nang Nowhere To Call Home
Category: Poetry
Poem: The Silent Scene
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The silent scene is changing in my glass window. Green curtains are dancing in the wind. There is a hurry on the sky road suddenly, a huge traffic heading home. Eagle headed to the West silently descends in a swift dip... She knows it's time … Continue reading Poem: The Silent Scene
Poem: Floating Seed
The last tree of humanity was axed and burnt. Every kingdom now holds a handful of its ashes.
Poem: Renovations
Photo by Laurie Shaw on Pexels.com I lay passive next to him, the heaving of his chest, the fluttering of my eyes. We kept staring at the blank ceiling. The wet patches on the roof, the leaky tap in the kitchen, wallpapers to hide the cracks, curtains to cut the glare, capacitor for the fan … Continue reading Poem: Renovations
Poem: Broken Art
If the one thing that makes us cry is the one thing we ever loved,
Poem: Stargazers
Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com Wake up! The night is here. Writers, Poets, Romantics, Mystics, Lovers, Dreamers, Thinkers, Lone riders, Common man... Wake up! The night is calling you. Night flowers, Moon, Stars, Owls, Nightingales, Crickets... Wake up! Be the night. Women of all shapes and sizes, Colors and ethnicity... Wake up! Don't be … Continue reading Poem: Stargazers
Poem: Reflections
between what was captured and missed, what was cherished and neglected,
Poem: Loving Again
I've hung my heart on the line again
Poem: Books Don’t Leave
Books don’t leave; they don’t abandon; they don’t walk away; they don’t give up. They stay on shelves all their lives, waiting for the right reader.
Poem: Love & False Hope
What a false sense of hope When you walk into the room
