Biography of sonam bhutia
I was born in a hamlet called, 'Sandakphu' which stands a frontier between India and Nepal. Lonesome and aloof from all pollutions and adulterations. Enshrouded by lofty mountains where the prayer flags beckons the cosmic solace and prayer walls scatters the debris of good wishes all around evermore. Most of the people from this place were caravans and nomads. I am also from a nomadic family. Though my father being a little educated but was little bit conscious about the signification of education and modern society. So he sent me to the Darjeeling, for my education. Then the real life of mine started…there in Central School for Tibetans Darjeeling… At present I am exploring the vastness of Mountains…
1. At present writing as an author in The Times Of Tibet.(http: //www.timesoftibet.com/authors/74/Sonam-Bhutia)
2. Member of the Association of Young Journalists and Writers, US. (http: //ayjw.com/search.php? search=Sonam+Bhutia&type=all&submit=Search)
3. Poetry published in Voicesnet.com (http: //www.voicesnet.com/darkpoems/poempoetry43322.htm)
4. Works published in the British Council, Srilanka, poetry corner. www.writeclique.net
sonam bhutia Poems
A Kiss…a Bliss….By Sonam Bhutia.
Clip clop, clip clop... Drizzle kisses the parched earth. By the garlands of glee, A dreamy eye welcomes thee.
Glimmer Of Hope. By Sonam Bhutia
From every dusk to dawn, I have been traveling,
Profile Of An Old Shoe.By Sonam Bhutia.
Old, tattered and torn. Full of wrinkles, punctures and mundane. Devoid of charm and luster.
Hunger. By Sonam Bhutia.
Helpless mother feeds her hungry child, with fragments of lullaby. Fallible orphan consoles it…
She. By Sonam Bhutia
When the night creeps and intrudes. When the day retires to his cosy nest.
Silence. By Sonam Bhutia
Silence is the lips... Of mountains, tarns and brooks. That sprinkled…
A Bard’s Sketch.By Sonam Bhutia.
Calm and composed, I sat around… next to my thoughts. With multi-colours
A Night's Tale.By Sonam Bhutia
The day's glamour when dwindle, And shed afar, Unto the arms of
Natural Art. By Sonam Bhutia
Ornamented with natural finery. Words speechless to draw curtains from thy beauty's art
Paupers Prayer. By Sonam Bhutia
Underneath the roof of welkin… Strangely titled a pauper, there strive.
Ultimate Realization. By Sonam Bhutia
As I revive, From the abyss of obliviousness…
She. By Sonam Bhutia
When the night
creeps and intrudes.
When the day
retires to his cosy nest.
When the sun
recedes on the wall of
When the alley
of concrete forest,