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Tshering Chekii Poems
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.
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,
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,
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,
I’m tired, With the dripping energy, And creeping hallucination. Exertion chase me,
I Am Caged
I am caged Behind the bars of The aching choice, Imposed against the will.
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.
The Voyage Of A Sailor
A novice sailor on a lone boat, Eagerly began the voyage of the life. With a compass and hope in the hand, Proceeded in the shore of destiny.
Whisper of My Heart
Wingless heart in the left strangely flutters, Sighing the whisper hard to decipher, Melodiously humming the unknown song, Letting the heart dance in the rhythmic harmony.
Comments about Tshering Chekii
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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 dream is painting on canvas with the color of your choice.
The colors you are in love with not an ugly one world chose to see.
A dream is bringing life with the magic of your hand,
A dream which makes a lame run, blind see and fly without feathers.
A dream keeps your eyes open, letting you dream more.
A dream fills your mind and conquers your heart.
A dream is a ...