Tenzin Tsewang
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Maybe many times I misunderstood you
But you didn't say anything either
Maybe I've wronged you in a thousand ways
But when you whisper my name, I was there and present.
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A home in exile is a search of tranquil stone
In between still lake and wrathful ocean.
A lost soul construct with foreign tongue in old shadow,
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We being with love,
before red sweetheart, we have our own glory, golden age. Our enlighten father gave this earth love and our mother produce compassion music from barbaric flute.
We have our share of shame
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For love,
You have to allow someone into your secret room,
to take the fragrance of your hidden things,
Your fear of exposure.
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Once in a town named Low,
There lived a man named Pow,
There in Low,
Pow loved a girl named Pooh,
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Some night, night is long like enlightenment scheme
Pala doesn't understand what's there on offer
Some acts of illusion, few words on devotion
Morally trick him as Buddhist project
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The soul that is not safe without you
Or without him you're not secure
Become his only, whatsoever
Howsoever, just become his only.
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When the cold wind blows
During slow sun set
The breeze blows me away
to another country,
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You, a short prose, and I, a haiku so fine,
Together, let's create a literature divine,
From the emotions blossoming between us two,
Inscribing our story, both tender and true.
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In the spring of twenty-twenty-two,
Between me and Tenzin, a connection grew,
Awkward at first, our words unsure,
But soon we spoke, our voices pure.
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I have burn and drown my innermost thought,
There shall be no redemption,
Or holy place where we could reconcile.
I have dust the memory where you exist,
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Sometimes,
you know how strange this is,
after harsh winter,
in spring frozen lake melts into water,
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Tenzin Tsewang Biography
It was a fine Sunday when my dear Pala and his lovely wife decided to venture into town. Little did they know that they would be greeted by rain pouring down upon the unyielding earth, accompanied by fierce winds mercilessly slapping against my poor Amala's protruding belly. It was during this dramatic weather display that my father, in his infinite wisdom, proclaimed, 'things begin differently.' And there I was, born with impeccable timing at that exact midday, piercing through the dark clots of uncertainty. The first thing my dear Amala's eyes beheld as the light enveloped me was the unmistakable presence of blood, which, as you might have guessed, tainted my grand entrance into this perplexing existence. My Pala, a devout Buddhist, observed the unfolding of the world with great care, meticulously studying the struggles that preceded and intertwined with my humble arrival into this beautiful world. And as the years passed by, he bestowed upon me his grand wisdom. I found myself embarking on a quest for a different perspective, a viewpoint that could be uniquely my own. You see, my name is Tenzin, a mere mortal with limited knowledge of what lies beyond the confines of my given name, and destined one day to become ashes The wonders of existence and the eternal search for meaning may be is long! But fear not, dear reader, for Tenzin shall navigate this tumultuous journey armed with curiosity and a healthy dose of satire.)
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Near You
Maybe many times I misunderstood you
But you didn't say anything either
Maybe I've wronged you in a thousand ways
But when you whisper my name, I was there and present.
The wound that appears without warning
It does not emulate pain instantly
Except suddenly it shivers within
Today,
It has been raining since yesterday night
Dark clouds are shedding tears of raindrops
How why
I don't know
Do comprehension reduce the pain?
My shattered face
Acts like only he is stoned
Has he have no shame and condolence
How when
He'll adjoin pieces of lost, scattered heart
I found a muse for a poem in a riverbank
I couldn't urge to separate you
I am the hard rock and you are the river
When I tried to flow together
I panicked and became hopeless
Thinking I could stop the flow I started fighting
I Implore, I collapse and then I got exhausted
Today holding a handful of sand
My fingers are felling tenderness of your presence
Perhaps, I even don't exist in your imagination,
Or is it me who is overthinking?
But you keep flowing
Penetrating valleys and town on downhills,
You flow on same rhythm, with same confident,
Without thinking of anything
And merge only in your preferred ocean
And I'll be there
Near you
bring your waves on time to time,
Give water to those burnt wounds of mine
And along take all my disenchanted desire
I'll be there
Near you
Somewhere near
Here, there
Beside you
Near you.
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Broken heart is so chiefly defined, today my room stinks of smoke and alcohol.
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