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I have just completed my master course from Central University of Tibetan Studies (CUTS) on Bon Buddhist Philosophy. There I have learned Tibetan Language, English and Sanskrit along with Philosophy for nine years. An addition to that I do paintings and write poems in English as hobby.
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Nepali
Hindi
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- Just tried to write story for children. Lhakpa always goes to look after their goats and sheep, in the jungle, over the hills and around the fields. He always shares his meals with one kid; he loves the most, the special one. The kid follows him, in the jungles, over the hills and around the fields. One spring Friday in the midst of jungle, Lhakpa called the kid. Come here! Let’s have a lunch together. The kid joined happily and had a lunch singing the sweetest song me! me! me! But this time he thanked him with human voice. Lhakpa was shocked and said. Hello! How you did it. The kid replied. I don’t know how. But I am happy with it. The kid said “why you love me?” Lhakpa replied “because, you have god gifted garland and stunning spots. And coincidently we both were born on the same day The Friday.
June 9, 201721 - Self converciation. From the first run to the last run. Can we run without trun with fun? Life is race, needs unlimited pace. Does it solved the problems we faced? Run, walk and even crowl for the bright future. Does it cured those wounds of the torture? Be in the rat race and chase the time. Aren't it pushing us in the field of crime? No! Because. Languages of tears can no more reveal the truth. Rains of trust can no more clean the dust of lies. Rays of loves can no more burnt the frozen hateret. Because, the world is deaf, ful of thieves.
October 11, 201620 - What a night mare! Tonight.. Salty tears rolled from cheek. But no way! I can't returned back from that mountain peek. Which I have built In years long. Singing the song. Make a new friends.! Make a new friends! But keep those all! One miss the silver! Other miss the gold! Tonight.. I realized, I realized that Friendship is merely a clay toy. When friend turned foe. All seems falling apart. Like the relation before our friendship start. Tonight.. Is concluded with the truth. Which is beyond truth. That... One harsh word Can pierce the heart. One single spark of anger Can fired the paradise of friendship we care.September 20, 201610
- Some fragments of my love poem. Oh!! My beloved waning moon, It’s sure, my end is coming soon. Wait me till tomorrow afternoon To see my heart lies in old bed room. In the dark emptiness core of my heart sky, You entered; you entered like great intelligent spy, Blazed cold lights as moon shavers lights in the sky, And defeated all twinkling stars and let them cry. From the day I discovered my feeling of love, I sealed-my-lips and tot up your name all above. When you keep flying from my heart nest as dove, I promised myself to search you all over the globe. Love: the colossal feat, The figment not concrete, The power pilot of defeat, Without it considered incomplete. Love: the virus on everyone’s lips, The promise, the secret one has to keep, The fragrant phoenix always peeps From window-eyes and reveals the feelings of heart-deep.
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