Nima Tharchen

Nima Tharchen Poems

My life is a book
The table of content still in progress
The preface and the first few chapters done with
A lot of laughs, few cries
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-Nima Tharchen

I am most blessed to have come across love before my death
Fortunate to have friendship afore my last breath
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Although, you have decline
Although, you aren't mine
I must move on, tell myself "its fine"
There is a limit to all, even love
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You are leaving, so!
What's next, what do I do and where do I go?
We are branches of a same tree
I am nothing without thee
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Had I tried wearing a little make up
Would that have stopped our break up?
Had I not missed your last concert
And ignored how you always flirt
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She untied it, puff! Opened her hair
Flutter like prayer flags in the air
Drifting in cold Himalayan air
Like if it did not care
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Requited love is like an illness
That has the victim sleepless
The symptoms would not stop there
But there is always the feeling of weakness and restlessness
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The letter
Dear son, you are one fine kid
Till now you have been successful in whatever you did
Tomorrow is your first day of high school
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Who will tell it? Crestfallen tharchen
I can make my eyes stop staring
I will shut it, I have seen you
One of the most blissful fair being
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Crest fallen yet Again Nima Tharchen
I must confess I did want you
I wanted you to myself
I was hoping you would feel the same way too
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As of today I am four years late
Four years since our last date
I was a fool then
Like most men
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Some problems come in gangs while others alone
A lone problem and a pack of problems
Can make you groan
Problems in the first place is like a habit
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When cast religion and color tends to burns turning ashes out of love
That love was never a love
Accidentally if it is called as love
Tis' love that is not tough enough
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One a worn out paper he wrote
His most honest work, his suicide note
The words blurry the ink work mostly bloated because of his tears
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15.

I see her here and there
But when we meet out of no where
My blood runs to my face, I blush you blush
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The smile
I would carry out follies and come out of my usualness
I would do this for a life time or just for a while
Just to see a glimpse of thy smile
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Ask Caser, what true pain is
A tale of true Pain, A story of his
Doubly pain when stabbed by ones’ own
Dying disgusted and disregarded
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I seldom spent my time taking fragments from my past,
But, solely her face appears from a string of cast;
I met her in the most unusual trend,
This is somewhat, how it happened.
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When she felt her first love,
She dreamt of dreams undreamt of
Of you she would think and talk most of
She trusted you and believed in love
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Keep your pocket money anywhere but in your pocket
Never believe when bullies tell you there a surprise in the toilet
Never sit in the middle row of the class
It's sure that you will be hit by paper balls in mass
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Nima Tharchen Biography

Inspired by Robert Herrick, his poetic themes on 'Carpe Diem' Started writing as most teens would do about love, infatuation, changes, etc. Gradually moved on to write about poems based on life, follies of the people, nature and the blunt truth about power and the misuse of this power. Today he is a student teacher, in Paro College of Education. He is currently doing his Bachelor of Education. He hopes to teach students poetry. By- Pema Rinzin(Future Teacher4iii E/H))

The Best Poem Of Nima Tharchen

The Book Of Life

My life is a book
The table of content still in progress
The preface and the first few chapters done with
A lot of laughs, few cries
A phase I am satisfactory with
The chapter I am at now
Makes me understand
I must lessen my monologues
Travel with pirates, pilgrims and people of variety
I must sometimes reread fairy tales
Believe in Happy endings and miracles
Be acquainted with philosophy
Be inspired with dozes of famous biography
Read history to be history
Love chapters are vital
Drama likewise essential

For the end of the book
An end people fit for Kings and warriors
An end without regret
An end that no man would want to change
An end that would be impossible
For writers of the greatest caliber to rearrange
I am a writer
And I must write my own destiny

Nima Tharchen Comments

Sonam 11 August 2018

Very wonderful poems

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Bharat Liberty 01 February 2018

Nice poetry Can we discuss about your poetry

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