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Tshering Chekii Poems
She had a transparent yet a corrupted soul, Unconditionally loving the loved one Feeling way less for a walking stranger. Biased was her soul
A dream isn't dream if it's not worth fighting for. A dream isn't dream if you aren't working on it. A dream isn't dream if you have many dreams. A dream isn't dream if you are still sleeping.
A New Beginning
It's a new beginning At a new place with the new people And with new things to do. A new beginning to embrace the changes
I Am Caged
I am caged Behind the bars of The aching choice, Imposed against the will.
Absurdity of Death
Weaved irrevocably in the misfortune of time, Catching off guard with the untimely arrival, Seems so unreal to be true. Certainly all must endure in a matter of time,
Drop of Rain
The first drop of rain fell on my face, Rolling, it made way down the face, When it touches the edge of my mouth, It tasted salty; I wonder, is rain salty or the tears,
I’m tired, With the dripping energy, And creeping hallucination. Exertion chase me,
Ask me not a question, I may not be able to answer. Expect not the promises from me, I may not be able to keep.
Heart So Cold
Your coldness beats the winter’s snow, Freezing the every live in it, Your wrath matches the blazing fire, Burning the every knot of trust.
Engulfed in melancholy, Yearning for the lost treasure, Repenting over the flown time, Soaring with the regrets,
Liberation diminished further and further, As he frantically tried to grasp it, The desperation to get near, Mounted the distance in between.
I heard him singing, A song of pure bliss Far from the distance, Right from the heart.
Let Me Be 'ME' Today
Let me be 'me' today, With no strings of attachment, Free from the pressure of responsibility, Just me with myself.
Comments about Tshering Chekii
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She had a transparent yet a corrupted soul,
Unconditionally loving the loved one
Feeling way less for a walking stranger.
Biased was her soul
Bestowing too much care to the people
That meant world for her
Ignorant were those with her feelings
Or her unwavering affection for them.
Her wasn't a saint soul
For it expected not whole but a little
Till it withers with every disappointment at last.