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Mothers- The Cherished Souls

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  Mothers- The Cherished Souls  If a mythological spirit was a real being who could grant wishes on command, I would ask it to immortalize the mothers of this world, for there has never been a time when someone dearly wished that their mother could live forever. Mothers are the epitome of love and by no doubt, the ultimate counsellors of our life. Imagine yourself in the shoes of an orphan- it would be terribly heartbreaking to not have someone as your own. It's hard to even think about my mom being away from me for a year, let alone a lifetime. But now as I start my academic life in a land far from where my mom is, I am left to reminisce about my beautiful mother who can never be replaced by the most powerful of man or the costliest of gems. When I was a kid, people were surprised by how inquisitive and daring I was. Now as I gallop back in time, I can tell from whom I had inherited these traits. Like how every individual's perfect idol is their mother, my mom too is my absolu
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Sustainability Starts at Home

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  "Sustainability Starts at Home." Sustainability Starts at Home Small Changes, Big Impacts Plastic bags were a questionably interesting replacement for the shuttlecock kicking game when I was a kid. That was what I played with during the cold months of winter, when the growth of clovers was null for a bundle formation. I remember snitching up on some plastic bags from the kitchen– plenty of them were washed and stored in a basket, as in every typical Bhutanese household. As a kid, I was baffled as to why my mother did not spare me a single one, which I had to secretly rummage through when she was not around. At the end of a tiring play, the ragged piece of plastic would wordlessly fly away, carried by the currents of the wind. That was one day, when I learned from her, “Sustainability starts at home.” As individuals, many of us are oblivious to the ecological footprint we create. The impact of one’s lifestyle on the curve of sustainability seems obscure on a personal level–
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Hiraeth and Heart

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Before Me

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  Many a poets have described  This memory of a reflected crimson escaping eyes  And bouncing off a breezy silk I couldn't tell more The difference of a sunset and those eyes But why should I They have far too much of it. If you would listen,  I know of this lush cave  With forgotten English ivy  Suspended like a fragile twine  But mistrust me less I have never dwelled more. And you see this turquoise water  A stranger once wrote 'Turquiose is a sadder blue' But, Did he ever see this? Woe to woo. But I might be unjust  To this fairness I graced  My eyes might have betrayed  Hitherto this beauty You could see more. 》Before Me
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When I am Old

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  A day, I would be less conscious of Of a sojourn I wouldn't remember When snow would please me none Let my chimney burn with smoke Ere kids gift me lavender berries Let me bake a black forest. My pastel walls would peel off soon And meowing cats would roll off yarns Flowy flocks would not beam With velvety bangs I once had. When my eyes would deny the tint it had And dawn would break with hue less shines Thus, I would lay On this bed of blue bells Grieve me not Youthful as April I had been Remember, A petal withers once  But blooms yet again.
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Crafting Immortality

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  Is immortality achievable? I guess so, Between sad stanzas of poetries unspoken  And ignorant words unspoken There lies a chasm untouched Overlooked by the normal Seen only by the odd. An odd one, A term for cheerless Cheerless, She searches for meaning Meaning, In the blank space A futile search. But in this blank space  She crafts immortality  With a pen she writes.
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The Vermillion Windowpane

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Her hair breathed the color of his love His love a bloody red Stubborn it remains On this window sill of roses Unscathed it seems of its past But she waits  Behind the vermillion window pane Feeling the traces of his finger In the dust  She waits  But she knows That a man once left for war Can only gift the color of his love And no more His love a dauntless red Perhaps,  He might return Through this vermillion window pane .
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