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16 Dec 2010 Author Kezwaa

ABANDONED HOPE

Walked miles to seek a job

Knocked doors after doors

Sweated with hope

Withered shoes beneath my feet

Carrying VTI certificate in my bag

Ran up and down to the mighty ocean

Flapping my certificate now and then

Hopping for what I have hoped for

What I think is just abandoned hope

Every time jobs are offered

They don't seem fit

For every eyes of the interviewers

Since my character certificate is below average

Every time I am emptied

Walked here and there

Is not a matter of jock?

Finishing my resources

At least! They are kind but I am helpless

It seem nothing is fair in this world

Into the eyes of my heart

Left nothing just my lonely footprints

All along the doorsteps

I wish nothing for my fellow friends

Except to tell them to study hard

Never punish yourself

Do not torture yourself

Our life is like living on the cliff

If you do not realize now

We will land no where

This poem is composed through my tears

For the future citizens of this country

Come and wipe my tars

What I have expressed today

Is what I have experienced yesterday?

Alas! Life is nothing but sorrow

What I hope just denotes sadness

Never wait for morrow to come

Morrow never ends, but today can't hold

 

Poem by, Kezang Dawa (Driver)

BHUTAN POWER CORPORATION LTD;

SAMDRUPJONGKHAR, BHUTAN

email-kezang_dawa@yahoo.com

“ABANDONED HOPE”

15 Dec 2010 Author Kezwaa

ABANDONED HOPE

Walked miles to seek a job

Knocked doors after doors

Sweated with hope

Withered shoes beneath my feet

Carrying VTI certificate in my bag

Ran up and down to the mighty ocean

Flapping my certificate now and then

Hopping for what I have hoped for

What I think is just abandoned hope

Every time jobs are offered

They don't seem fit

For every eyes of the interviewers

Since my character certificate is below average

Every time I am emptied

Walked here and there

Is not a matter of jock?

Finishing my resources

At least! They are kind but I am helpless

It seem nothing is fair in this world

Into the eyes of my heart

Left nothing just my lonely footprints

All along the doorsteps

I wish nothing for my fellow friends

Except to tell them to study hard

Never punish yourself

Do not torture yourself

Our life is like living on the cliff

If you do not realize now

We will land no where

This poem is composed through my tears

For the future citizens of this country

Come and wipe my tars

What I have expressed today

Is what I have experienced yesterday?

Alas! Life is nothing but sorrow

What I hope just denotes sadness

Never wait for morrow to come

Morrow never ends, but today can't hold

 

Poem by, Kezang Dawa (Driver)

BHUTAN POWER CORPORATION LTD;

SAMDRUPJONGKHAR, BHUTAN

email-kezang_dawa@yahoo.com

The days back to my memory

03 Sep 2010 Author Kezwaa

I still remember the page that I have written to her with my blood. The sting of a pen nip on my left hand still brings painful memories when I think of the past days of long yore. It seems nothing is there inside with me only a broken pain stuck in my heart that transgresses the human psyche. Her beautiful images linger my heart to store against the dark day.

But, I cannot imagine to myself by living in such a lonely world without a portal nor a window to peep. I think bringing her last remember is the new pageant in the last breathing of a lingering man. I had no hope is I have no farther exception to re-enter the world of sorrow that I have never experienced before. The fond memories of her beautiful face really linger in the depth of despair. I cannot remember more than her bewitching face that I have remember for the last ten years. Everything was left in broken pieces when other heart was rested in exceeding peace. But how can I recollect those broken part that was already perished from my eyes and left waif and stays.

Nobody in this world of logic can describe the depth of my love that I have given to her when we are in the world of first glimmer. Those picturesque scan of her tender face always evoke my thought to become lonelier than ever before. When I think of the past days sometime it breaks me into the laughter sometime burst me into the tears of despair. The love at first sight is just a blink of an eye as instantly as she glowed her face turns pale and gloomy into the depth of my tender heart. My happiness is only just for a once and my sorrow beyond measure. When love goes away into the beautiful depth of despair is that nothing can stop me bringing only a grief and painful night when love abandoned. Every dream roams in my eyes to bring indelible memory that transgress the eidetic feeling from the depth of my broken heart. Every night wait for the day to come and those days are nothing it has to go away from our eyed leaving an indelible memory to the heart of the one whom waited for. I have sing for thou to come back some days and would serve better tomorrow. It seems there is no use of thinking back to the one whom has gone more than ten years of perished.

What is Credit!

02 Sep 2010 Author Kezwaa

Credit is borrowed money that you can use to purchase things you need when you need them and then repay the funds back at an agreed on time. Credit purchase is made when you do not pay instantly for commodities. Every one of us like to live a luxurious live with but without money we are unable to do that. When we have no money, taking credit from friends, shopkeeper and banks is only option. And money is only source of happiness. Many people do not take the effects of credits seriously. We feel that as long as we live we will be able to work to pay back the credit. Piling up credit is dangerous. It makes our life miserable. On the other hand credit is the strongest force. Individuals, companies, organizations, government is taking credits from friends, recitatives, banks, and other countries.

As Shakespeare said “Neither a borrower nor a landed be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry” When we are unable to repay we breed enmity between individuals and communities and breed unpleasant relationship that lead to mistrust between peoples. Everybody wishes to start business with borrowed money as getting loans is easy. But to pay back is very difficult. Our business may not prosper every time you do. Thousand of people kill themselves because of huge dept in terms of loans and credits,

When people do not make profit in business, they lose their money. When money is lost, morals of the people are lost and thus the credits piles up. If you do not have enough money to start huge business do not think of it. You do what you can afford to do. Borrowing money is demoralizing force in society.

Every one of us loves to drive a new car. Many of us borrow money from banks and we are burdened with credits. Your wealth is nothing if you are bound to pay a huge credit. Credit will torture family and do not let them live a peaceful life.

Borrowing is an easy job but paying is an terrible job!

Therefore, NEVER STAND BEHIND THE CREDITS!

THOSE CREDITS WILLCHEASE YOUR PRECEIOUS LIFE!

WON MONEY BUT DO NOT BE WON BY CREDITS!

THOSE WHO HAVE NO CREDIT ARE A RICH MAN!

MY HAPPINESS BEGAIN ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE NO CREDIT!

 

By, KEZANG DAWA (Driver)

Bhutan Power Corporation ltd;

Samdrupjongkhar, Bhutan.

kezang_dawa@yahoo.com

 

 

 

FAST IS ONLY PAST

01 Sep 2010 Author Kezwaa

Every time I missed you
Since the day has gone;
All now gone is now done.
Our love just lasted a month:
Fast into the past; I am alone.
Every thing is left hurt and broken
I sing through wind you breathe,

Broken heart echoes,

From the wall beside you laid.

I do thank

Nothing but your love

That you have left unpaid

To the one whom you have loved.

But my love that sat in your heart

Now feels broken apart.

Pharaph! My love song

Will reach all the way

From Samdrupjongkhar

To the eye of Menday Zam

Through this white paper

To your heart and soul.

Wipe my tears that I have wept

For you to come back some days;

Fast is only past

My poor heart is left hurt,

And broken pieces.

The Many faces of money

01 Sep 2010 Author Kezwaa

The many faces of money

It's just a slice of thin paper considered the strongest force in the world. Everybody dreams of making big money in just an abundant hope. Money has different faces and million mouths and talks in different ways. Money is Health, Education, power, peace etc.

 

Everybody loves money. There is nobody who hates money. Beggers beg for money rather than for food as it is their way of enterprising between life and death. A beggar never complains about less money. Even if we toss his a coin, he will thank us with gratitude.

Many people say money is nothing as long as we live in this world. When someone loses money in gambling, they lose their heart. If they lose heart, he is demoralizing force in society.

We can talk about money but never borrow! We can borrow money in many different ways but we never realize that the source of money is our own sweat and hardship as our body razed into the sun.

 

Money can play a different role within our society. The root of corruption is money. If I don't have money, there is room for corruption. If I have money, there is still corruption. If I am poor, I am neglected. The desperation for money drives people into crime in the street. The people can even slaughter each other for money. Corrupted person cannot wait to steal even in the day light. People die in thirst and hunger for money. Money can torture human life as nobody can have enough money.

Therefore, money is a good slave but a terrible master. Own money but do not be owned by money.

IN MY ADIEU DAY

31 Aug 2010 Author Kezwaa

Why do you often, come to my mind since our love broke up ages ago? Nothing is left with me  except broken piece now. Every ache I suffered cured.Many meek words and epistle I have written to you to know how much you mean to my life. Now every meek words and epistle have become epigram beneath my broken heart.Though detriment heart echoed from the edge of one another's sorrow through the wall beside you lay. Many months have been passed and you swore you would never leave me alone, but now those words have collapsed into sadden days and process of my love live in suffering.

Nothing is left it seems when you go away. I could see only foot print and abandoned hope.  I will treasure those foot prints; indelible memory will behind the depth of despair. Every word I have written through my torn heart has flown and only embeded sadness remains.But nothing is wrong when you go away. I will love you through all my desperate days, until I die in front of you. It doesn't matter ow far you leave me alone and it doesnot matter how long you put me in the darkness. I will humbly accept this fate as my previous karma.Love is painful if you can't bear it!

DEATH, THE INEVITABLE HOUR

31 Aug 2010 Author Kezwaa

Nothing is immortal in this world

Living together is joy to every one

Once unexpected death raises one's eyes

Unbearable pain knocks very one's happiness

I live happy in the worth of a day

Tomorrow we may smile through tears

Never think he is old, my age so prodigy

Who knows I may die place body in grave next day

Never oath through tip of a finger

I can fulfill my parent's desire, never promise!

Rather do swear only thy mind

Every promise is to be broken

What I promise only abandoned hope

Once born death is inevitable

Death is said to live behind every doorsteps

Every man desire to lead his soul to heaven

Heaven the happiest place never dwell

But no man wishes to carry that grievous sin

The hell of longest journey never trod

To seek heaven, I need dharma

That will guide our path to heaven?

Rosary is only true way to nirvana

Don't torture or abuse those solitary animals

Every animal once have been our mother

Never kill beggar's heart through insolent tongue

If ye, don't have nothing to treat them away,

Wish them a happy smile through thy good voice.

He is rich but live in depth of desire

Wealth is nothing once you are old

Happiness is just a moment, sorrow beyond measure

Our life is said be only illusive

Never hate others, be good.

Once hair wither, so hands tremble to beg

World is a stage where we laugh and shed tears

Only last episode in general drama of pain.

 

 

Love and Lessons by Kezwaa

30 Aug 2010 Author Kezwaa

I reclined under a shed of a lonely tree. And the memory of the past streamed in like dream. She left me when she found a wealthy man, not so long ago. I haven't forgotten my love yet. I can never erase her from my mind, it seems. I've tried, because it's so hard not being with her. But she won't ever come back. That much I am sure. I see her everywhere, always. I take a walk, and her beautiful image is everywhere. On the  sidewalks, on the rocks, in the trees. In the voices of the people who pass by.

Love is easy. Love is difficult. Love is love. What else is love? To love and to be loved, they say, is all we need, all we need is love. Love is suffering too. When love goes away, all else leaves save pain. And the one devil that's ready to befriend the grief of a loner is the pub and everything that comes with it. You drink your conscience away, scoop your heart out and leave it to be scorned by everyone. You walk home, but the pain is still there. The pain of love abandoned.

There, in the pub, there are those of your kind pouring pains. But there are moments of silence too, when the memory of your love barges in, no excuse. More pain, more tears, more drinks.

Her beauty walks in. It did last night, like it does every moment of my lonely life. Her beauty that outshines the moon and gives life and colour to everything she touches. Her beauty that transcends beauty itself. But never will I have her again. Gone. That's the reason. Is that not a reason enough?

Fate the devil! Sometimes, I try not to believe in it, fate. I don't want some mysterious hands of destiny govern my life and everything that's connected to me. But, wanting not to believe doesn't help. Things continue to happen, for good or for bad. Acceptance, is that defeat? What is consolation then, when none is forthcoming to the lovelorn?

I'll think my way about her to perdition, that's what. I've made my mind. I am determined. This, fate shall have none whatsoever to do with it. I'll remember her in good faith, mock her memory, fling her out and torture her image. That must give me great satisfaction and peace. Some respite that's been long time due.

The one love I had taught me to hate. Her everything, absolutely. Thus, a man learns every day. Thus, a man becomes a beast. I love not anything. I only hate.

DEATH, THE INEVITABLE HOUR

20 Jul 2010 Author Kezwaa

Nothing is immortal in this world
Living together is joy to every one
Once unexpected death raises one's eyes
Unbearable pain knocks one's very happiness

I live happy in the worth of a day
Tomorrow we may smile through tears

Never think he is old, my age so prodigy

Who knows I may die place body in grave next day

Never oath through tip of a finger

I can fulfill my parent's desire, never promise!

Rather do swear only thy mind

Every promise is to be broken

What I promise only abandoned hope

Once born death is inevitable

Death is said to live behind every doorsteps

Every man desires to lead his soul to heaven

Heaven the happiest place never dwell

But no man wishes to carry that grievous sin

The hell of longest journey never trod

To seek heaven, I need dharma

That will guide our path to heaven?

Rosary is only true way to nirvana

Don't torture or abuse those solitary animals

Every animal once have been our mother

Never kill beggar's heart through insolent tongue

If ye, don't have nothing to treat them away,

Wish them a happy smile through thy good voice.

He is rich but live in depth of desire

Wealth is nothing once you are old

Happiness is just a moment, sorrow beyond measure

Our life is said be only illusive

Never hate others, be good.

Once hair wither, so hands tremble to beg

World is a stage where we laugh and shed tears

Only last episode in general drama of pain.

A poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver)

Bhutan power Corporation ltd;

Samdrupjongkhar,

 

“THE SPIRIT OF HOPE”

15 Apr 2010 Author Kezwaa

    

“THE SPRIT OF HOPE”

Every journey we all made in our life begin with hope, Some time hope is called master key that open the golden door of people's expectation. Nothing can be achieved without desire and hope. Hope is an omnipotent weapon wished by many people to fulfill their desire. But, hope alone cannot fulfill the dream that we have wished for. Beside we should have that expectation too. Without expectation there is no hope; Dream is made up of hope, desire, and expectation. Every time our hope is to become somebody in life. Our parents force and support to give us better education and hope to become somebody among. The spirit of hope cannot be brought or hired it from others we should work hard to gain that hope. Some hope is a greatest help and some hope may be the nasty. Actually, our hope alone cannot fulfill the dream. Since our hope should be through entire parents and teacher. Someone may think bad or worse when we talk about hope. Though hope is the longest journey but true hope will surely grow and bring someone happy if only can help to each other. Every creature those who live in the world lived with certain hopes and desire. Life is nothing without hope; if we break our hope everything is broken in life. Life without hope is like living in the darkness. We know our hope is longest journey starts from childhood that's village life to school to the urbanization. Hope is only topmost priority to gain the future expectations.

 Children are only future fruits and they are most important venture. Never let them lose their hope, He can bring one day a brighter tomorrow! “Hope is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility”!

By, Kezwaa (Driver)

“SAD IS BAD”

14 Apr 2010 Author Kezwaa

 

“SAD IS VERY BAD”

Aai, mo, I never thought we would become elegy in this wonderful globe. Since our eyes collide unexpectedly and even I never thought later my heart would collide and fill with broken shell. Every moment we shared was the true love through all in center heart dwell beneath with fun and bliss. I know thee, wrote my name in your heart I too curb thou name in every tree bark to witness by the world  to know that we are in true love. i even wrote name down to the river bed I play.

Not a single day I could miss her, every day of my thirst, thee becomes my quenches. We sing the song along the shore may gigantic weaves never sweep out our true love the we shared in the wonderful night I peeped.

She left the song in my tender heart, those sweet words I cherish through her tender lip. Since she fortunately left the world in a car accident last night before my love mature in her heart. Pharaph! Searching for dying beauty it's not at all in soft duty. I still remember every minute of walk she said to me that, “our love is to be or not to be”. Every night awakening of her memory evoke my thought. No more hug, no more tryst it's all lovelorn in the darkness after all she left me boar lone. I wish that's all gone and now done never to come back.

 Everything is broken now, since you left me alone in this wonder world. Anything with me was withered, only broken heart lies. Every living being have a pain but no pain like my broken heart. I Wish I can see no more all have sunk in to the depth of despair, no more than your images that will always linger in my broken heart. I can forget you but cannot your image. I will try my best to forget you, but I will cry until my tears bleeds in blood.

By, Kezwaa.

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