Monday, August 30, 2010

Little things, big things..in the end?

Places become home after sometime, only to realize at some point that your soul has been sucked from the core. 

Unable to make it work with the people around. With the selfish ones, you try to make it up but for how long. After sometime you will just want to leave them alone saying let them be blessed. With the good ones, I was not good enough to take in their good nature. 

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

True words of me to my love

Because of love and care we have lived. Out of love and care there comes a tear. Out of attraction there comes a fear and with the fear there brings a confusion. Most of all, it is the humanity in us that creates misunderstanding. Out of affection we feel sorry, for, the fragrance of a true love will never let the soul die, no matter what.

 

Monday, July 5, 2010

If anything make sense


Time goes by, life move on and we get dragged. Because it is a cycle, every phase is unavoidable. Sometimes we don’t want to open our arms, if only that will make any difference. Some moments of the past, I wish I had it still but the reality, even the stillness is on move. Whatever it takes and where it might, I still keep this hope in me but when the lights are down in the middle of the night, truth never lies in saying your vision is still clear.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

look up in the sky

You are too less important a figure in my world to even think I’ll get offended by your comments. The very reason why I do not really care what is being said around. Evil and anger is in everyone. Some choose not to show for they understand nothing good but only evil will be reciprocated.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Story of a man

Sky is my brother, he tells and no one knows not what he means, I dont either. I ask 'how are you today?' He answers he been drinking the whole day. 'You didnt go to work again today', I ask. He tells me what do he do? The world sees him mad. ' I talk nonsense' he confess ' can I sing a song for you?'

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

..and you'll know there is a soul in you

An angel at the beach tells her story; saw a star falling down. Unable to believe the beauty created, almost lost her breathe. Just a blink and the star already plunged into the salty ocean. All she got was a drop of water thrown back. Sad for not being able to catch before it disappeared but looking at the sky she was happy to see many stars looking down at her. So she sits, waiting for the next star to fall. People live on, for there is still hope.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Nothing unusual; my day

Thursday the 25th Feb 2010
Who could be calling me at this early hour in the morning? Disgusted and with eyes still closed I reach out for the phone. Unfortunately it is the alarm ring. Damn it! Its college time and I have class at nine o’clock. Wish I could sleep at least one more hour but no, this time I want to be good to myself and so a sincere student.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Not in the prize!

The worth to a gift is not in the prize it hold but in the message and the symbol that comes with it. Action and words, whatever it may be, with time loses its charm, if not, forgotten..but the gift remains unless you decide you don’t want to keep them anymore. And every time you see it, you are reminded of the person who gifted, bringing back the history.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Night and the rain!

I knew something was unusual. It was already pass midnight when me and kezang left our friends' home. They were all drunk but trust me we didnt, not a sip. They insisted on dropping us but our denial :p Half way on the way it rained. She suggested we sit under that big tree until the rain subsided but I told we keep walking cuz the street sounded so damn silent. Few steps and more rain drops started hitting us.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

To those friends..night of 19th Jan 2010



Dedicated to Kezang, Ngajay, Kencho and Kinzang
You have such wonderful friends and of course mine like always the best. Those singing sessions were awesome. Learn to live each moment, we proved it, tomorrow is never certain. It is not the place or the time that counts but the company and moments we make out if it that makes all the difference.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Awake after midnight!

When asked, what do we really speak? Many times we just want to bring out the words which are already expected to hear by the other. Fail to bring out the truth just in case you might hurt the other person. Even when you know, what he is convinced a right in his way is an absolute wrong notion. Forget about speaking, even in writing, people produce in a way from a reader's perspective. 'We' being referred here doesn't mean I am one among 'us' nor doesn't either mean anyone who comes across this article has to feel offended. 

to my world

welcome all!