Tenzin Tsewang

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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.)

The Best Poem Of Tenzin Tsewang

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 whispered my name, I was there and present.

The wound that appears without warning
Does not radiate pain instantly,
Except when it suddenly shivers within.

Today,
It has been raining since yesternight;
Dark clouds are shedding tears of raindrops.
How? Why?
I don't know.
Does comprehension reduce the pain?

My shattered face
Acts as if it were carved from stone;
Has he no shame or consolation?
How, and when,
Will he adjoin the pieces of a lost, scattered heart?

I found a muse for a poem on a riverbank;
I couldn't urge myself to separate from 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 implored, I collapsed, and then I grew exhausted.

Today, holding a handful of sand,
My fingers are feeling the tenderness of your presence.

Perhaps I don't even exist in your imagination,
Or is it only me who is overthinking?

But you keep flowing
Penetrating valleys and town on downhills,
You flow with same rhythm, with same confidence,
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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