Wednesday, March 2, 2016

There is a reason why I keep it all inside…

I feel like spitting out my entire story but I am afraid that not everyone would understand me. For that very reason, I tend to keep a lot to myself. I feel that it is difficult to find someone who understands exactly what one has got inside.
But seriously, at times I am proved wrong. My mother understands me right. She gets me exactly and accurately. But not every time. Nevertheless, I am overwhelmed with how she apprehends me and my feelings, often.
I am little more coward, actually. I usually don’t open up to people, not even to my close friends. I get scared that what if they get me wrong and laugh out. I am little too much sensitive. I can’t afford to let anyone close enough to hurt me. Precisely, I love myself more. I know, that sounds imprudent. Maybe, I am imprudent. This is me!
Seriously, I have been through my worst of times. At times, I was left with no other option than to quit. But no matter what, I pushed myself and stood up even stronger (my assumption). This happens every time. And I wonder for how long will I be fighting, because I know I can’t fight forever.
 I have always been my own saviour. I am kind of possessive with myself and my belongings. Most of the time I get kneeled down by my assertiveness. I try to explain my stand but somehow I am left with no specific words. And then, I tend to get afraid that what if I am not able to exactly describe what’s inside me. Being particular isn’t good, I suppose.
You see! I have written this long but there is nothing so eloquent about this article. I am not able to spit out exactly what I wanted to. Consequently, it is more of the paper stayed half-filled and I could not have defined it slightly better. Perhaps, I am afraid that not everyone would comprehend me. J



Sunday, May 3, 2015

Gladdest thing under the sun!

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I'll touch a hundred flowers and not pick the one.

---- Edna St. Vincent Millay

 


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

There is a love that is divine


Look at this breeze
Seeing me alone, it’s teasing me.
Look, even these flowers
Seeing me alone, are nagging me.
Please come soon & hide me in your arms.
I beg you, hold me & never let me go.

When you are not here,
My world traumatizes all of sudden.
When you are not here,
Even the path I constantly walk turns into alien all of sudden.
Please come soon & catch my hand
And walk with me for eternity.

Take note, the song that I am singing
Are also waiting for your return.
Look, even my eyes are craving to see you.
I didn’t even perceive how secure I feel to have you.
I didn’t even realize that you have my heart already stolen.
Please come soon, I plead you & want you here with me.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Love to listen!

I don't want to talk about it

                                             - Rod Stewart

I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been cryin' forever
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadows hide the colors of my heart
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this old heart

If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

A day in a life of an ordinary person

Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.
                                                                 - Norman Vincent Peale.





















 Note: She is my mother. The above photographs talks about the daily chores that she does.






Sunday, June 1, 2014

Picture Story: Trip to Rangzhikhar Goenpa :)





Sangay, Passang, Leki and Me
Sangay, Phub Dem, Passang and Me.