the Alipore post by tilyheo

Flow with flaws “plight of a poetess pretty personal pretty political�

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Dedicated to my late Grandfather Dapla Wangyal aged 89 who passed away in the foreign land of India from whom I have grown up listening to his tales of escape from Tibet to India and his struggle since before and thereafter that instilled in my heart more never to forget that I am to go back to a Free Tibet soon.

Special thanks to the Alipore poetry month host for the initiative;)

#day1 #napowrimo2020 Where are you from? where where where Not forgetting to tag along those assumptions Kept her going back to the same page Left writing incomplete last night so to dream on About the man more than just a model Or the ladies who takes her to field and to home and to lakes And the kids who played with even the smallest of rock and laughs out loud Where they knows no ours nor yours

#napowrimoday2 #wallpaper Surviving through the masked lives Reminiscing over the old normalcy of locked down days Of giving damns on doing things after another Or dreading for an idea to kill time is even a complain Body laid down, a head few lengths of breadth away Was all to pass by for another day With bit of a wider stretch with his abs Fulfils his artsy head to reach the tang and weed and those bananas The top of the pile by the pillow Flees the letters unsent As the pictures he regret having lived peeps out To again going through the patterns of living through the wallpaper being

#day 3 a retouch to writing from 10march twilight 2020 2:01am Something just do not feel it alright For your calmness still like its Phas Khalas everywhere For her can’t wait to do something by doing nothing actually Until the alarm numbs her heart and your eyes and your ears She in she feel so like shaking herself self Piri Pirily To accept things as they are and even the people So to knock your ears off Till the lives of your father's father and children's nephews' haunts you every single night She wonders of the dooms to come days and night When people finally walk the talk actually Not just to go through all of it Of bearing through their sweet words pretending to care So that this ear won't have to dream through the distance of the love and life!!

#day4 #napowrimo2020 #unsolved མམི་ཡུལ་རང་དབང་ཅན་གམི་ཉམི་མདང་འའོག། མམེས་པའོ་ཕ་མའམི་ལུགས་སའོལ་འབའོག་ལྟར་སའོད་། བའོལ་ཐབས་བམེད་བཞམིན་རང་གླུ་ལམེན་པའམི་གཏམ། བཏང་བཞམིན་བཏང་བཞམིན་སམེར་ཁ་དང་མཉམཁའོལ། གཞན་ནས་གཡར་བའམི་ཁང་པའམི་སང་ལམ་ན། རྒྱུན་རམིང་ཞམིག་ནས་དམི་བ་དམིས་ནས་འདུག། མཐའ་ན་རའོ་དང་ཤམིང་དང་སམེམས་མམེད་ཐ་ལས་ཀྱང་། གསའོན་པའོ་རམེད་ད་བརམེད་འགའོའམི་འཐབ་བརའོད་དམེ་། Under the cheerful sun in free land Nomading same the ancestral kind Soothing songs of the tales of escapes On and on it goes with the flaws Lanes through the borrowed home Vuggy depth seems to be questioning Even the lousy stones and the sticks Dead is not those unsolved miseries

#day5 #napowrimo2020 #thealiporepost Hubristic dreams of what could have been Of floating through as if she owns them Mighty ranges not a soul could have survived Emaciating her lifeless body years to year The queries for permanent address leaving her open mouth But managing to creep in all places like potato Finding everywhere a home supposedly to just hop Until that dream of a home switch to a mere concept of impermanence

#day6 #napowrimo2020 #suddenly Sitting idly sinking Undulant fiercely calmness Dancing in the silhouettes of dried dreams Dying with a melancholic taciturn scream

#day7 #napowrimo2020 #advice And the long letters, caring voice notes Down the memories of yesteryear Very loving sweetful to read repeatedly more In his heart gripping firm Corner at which the clock ticks Eternal till the world wakes up

#day8 #napowrimo Presenting an old poem I wrote some months back and the title is "talk to the shadow behind "jk . I am lost kid Buried in my future self­Wondering world through just a screen Dreaming of a life beyond my eyes can see I scroll through phone half the day Looking for a chance to speak for my land Trying my best to learn about my Origin Becoming best the Tibetan than I was yesterday I challenge letting people guess my origin As their list goes on and on But rarely the question who I actually am Which has become fun in meeting and talking to strangers everyday now I am happy refugee a proud Tibetan Exciting to go back to my country real soon I live by telling Tibet to others and spreading peace as His Holiness teaches about I am wondering lost soul Buried in my future self in a free Tibet.

#day9 Let it be a virtual poetry tonight!!

Close your eye and open your heart To feel these rock in all their beauties Tall and small, curved and sharp Some stacked up, some laid by Flaunting their own style In front the majestic blue skied audience Smiling at you the way you awes for the way they are Through the way you see In your heart that is always an all pretty or what can't be

#day10 #yesterday When you plan for your trip to the village tomorrow Please think of rags you thought you've disposed well yesterday When you dream about what you are gonna do for tomorrow's trip please Don't forget to dream of where those rags could have landed into When you buy the beautifully designed rags bin Please remember about where your last old bin could be at now When you can't wait to do what not tomorrow Please do it all according to what you've done yesterday that put you in this today

#day11 #comfort #napowrimo2020 Come come come , presenting you around Of what you've extended to us Motherland of your in which in thrived Freedom to create a piece of home Offering to you, this grand priori Religious once, but now yours Time to return has come for real home When quarantine pushes you for a happy like poem finally!!

#day12 #poetry #napowrimo2020 .

Points hard paint slow On the surface within the heart Every boiling tantrums Tunes with the flow Rowing in directions Yields the ultimate contentment.

#day13 #napowrimo2020 If If she If she have If she have a If she have a place If she have a place to If she have a place to call If she have a place to call home If she do not have to complain as if she's starving with belly filled If she do not have to complain as if she's starving with belly If she do not have to complain as if she's starving with If she do not have to complain as if she's starving If she do not have to complain as If she do not have to complain If she do not have to If she do not have If she do not If she do If she If If she If she could If she could just If she could just be If she could just be calm If she could just be calm with If she could just be calm with fire If she could just be calm with fire inside If she try to close her eyes and forget everything If she try to close her eyes and forget If she try to close her eyes and If she try to close her eyes If she try to close If she try to If she try If she If

#day14 Her joy multiplies in him His happiness divides in her This sums their affection That deduct their suffering

#day15 #Ama ཡུམ Where in world could one find somebody who'd give all their life so you live a brighter tomorrow .

Who in earth today would one be ready to sacrifice every little thing so you have an extra smile on your face .

How in today's time would one be able to be like an Ama to live whole their life only just hoping best for their kids in every possible situation..

To try not to tell their tales of struggle so the children would not build hatred for those oppressors To pretend like they are never in pain so the kids would not worry about their mother To never be emotional in front the kids hoping the children will not breaks in hard times The magical power of an Ama being is so much to love the life for, to be thankful for, to believe in magic of the most idle human kind.

#day16 Green If you cannot love this at their yellows Don't ever think of coming near in greens If you cannot value the farmers efforts Do not expect your veggies and fruit be always safe When you haven't spoken for the farmers in distress Don't just sit and complain over the spike in onion When we are left stranded hungry as the big corps halts Don't forget who kept you fed amidst all these

#day17 I am rather born in a strange time and stranger state Been brought up listening exile tales and bringing them to the playground ever since nursery Red ants are the Chinese and black ants Tibetan Would feel bad even if I win as a Red ants when no one wants to be one My late grandfather makes me read folk tales every day I thought would never exist nor understood Narrated heroic tales but always of escapes From the barrel of shootings from the Chinese troops behind the mountains 'I am a TIBETAN' every introduction begins with, warned my pol science teacher at the end of my high school education It struck me strange but never have I forgotten about it I realise it today after 5 years, that was to proof my Tibetanness from the Chinese lies everywhere My non­Tibetan classmate and host nation often mistakes us for Chinese The nation that ripped us off our land and starved us from freedom To narrate you the tales shall never be enough for even 60 years long For a made in China's propaganda that has affected so Corona like in every governments heart I am in my masters who still feel lost with the need to learn a lot more My saviour who spent her life on me complains my directionless path For a will to do so much to smash an Everest of lies and speak out the brutal truth To just prove that my roots are no way from where a virus could kill the world I chose masscom one reason which was responsible for my current state When Nehru muted himself and world blinded itself And our official were too bleak to be able to read and media followed their packs of power Wrapping themselves with the Chinese lies from what was happening in my land and to my mates Until the big brother are here themselves To deliver to the world how brutally evil can they be To retell the tales themselves this times How they have been controlling every bits of movement in Tibet in lockdown I am in a strange time rather a stranger state even today Pretty excited to see how World now wakes up to the real China Bit ticklish to react on how Xi's emperor fall down And equally happy that I am finally gonna get to some sunshine

#day18 #napowrimo2020 #normal What is a normal actually Is it the old norms of going back to fishing, rafting and hunting Or that of surviving to be barely alive Could it be still seeing WHO & UN as the only hope Or finally coming out of the basket to wake up Shake oneself to begin to believe those minorities From their cries from decades of oppression under the China as they are and keep the real distance So the world won't need to face these lessons again And never to see again any of horror stories The worst of writer could have written on or the baddest of directors could have filmed on And the dirtiest of artist could have even think of What is a normal we are waiting for Could it still be the same way as back then Where the silenced and chased away still plead the world While they act as if nothing has happened Nor is the world still not afraid to kill itself again Or is it to talk now and act And to believe in each other that we are all in this together Whether it's a single virus that reached here today Or that this isn't anything new we haven't expected from From an empire known to have suppress billions And were ready the crumble this entire human race What normal are we waiting for

#day19 #blind But they have seen it all Even if you were to treat them blind like because they have been beggar like never a chooser kind Just tell them how should they unsee you dreaming on their couch Even if you were to treat them blind like Hasn't the hushing wind from Himalaya filled your ears of their cries and blocked off your nose Just tell them how should they unsee you dreaming on their couch How dare you even snore out so loud Hasn't the hushing wind from Himalaya filled your ears of their cries and blocked off your nose When you have filled their eyes with dirt and dust How dare you even snore out so loud Is it because you are too ashamed to face them When you have filled their eyes with dirt and dust because they have been beggar like never a chooser kind Is it because you are too ashamed to face them But they have seen it all

#day20 #fragrant From the smile on your face Rivets the long lost taste of joy Aroma of it evading through the wrinkles Gives how it feels like to be home Running fate from an exilic lives Anoints thy heart of every bits from those Numbed up feelings of happiness Till we woke up again to the fragrance of sight that takes you home

#day21 #surprise As much as I hate to hope about I apologize to see it how you wake up every morning To another completely different world And not see what you have dragged all through those mountains and passes But lustrous wears as of those feudal lords . strolling along the kids in jewels and brocades While you stick to the single strand of a 108 pearls To define their nation or your nation or the new one But as much as I hate to hope about That may your weary eyes finally widen up again for shining star from your childhood days Or relive your days of whistling on wide grassland and take these kids towards the same river where you first met your wife singing by Replace this circle hat to the woollen one that must have been dusted by now in the locked up boxes Wear it and dance jumping around high in the circle like you have dreamt of in all the time these wrinkles shaped

#day22 #napowrimo2020 #restless But stop, breathe, take rest Even when things doesn't allows you to Remember that's the most one needs to sit down For it will be the least your mighteous brain functions . .

Your heart must have beaten extra more And you could have Goosebumps sprouting from everywhere there feels a need to shed some tears even When tomorrow sounds so like a no more .

As much as moments may hit you As bad as you may feel of many things As hopeless as a lot of cause may seem Remember these restlessness deserves same the time it must have taken to bring down to it

#day23 #April Amidst these fights for humanity People everywhere coming to a point of saving their own lives only Rather leaving away what has kept us busy all the rest of years Intimately connecting with oneself Loosing often through passes resorting to hopelessness ,sadness and loneliness Above which if all of these could be just a dream Prank on how would you have acted in such a situation Rarely which we have had a time to think of In real life to believe that we are all interdependent Living a good one would be to see through varied lens so one could peacefully just keep on dreaming anywhere one would like to....

#day24 #napowrimo #not my poem but an attempt at translation of a Tibetan poem by Tsering Kyi, The snow coated beauty of the mighteous ranges Jewel of the earth nothing could ever compete with As the years and decades with centuries passes by Neither could the angry wind the wipe them away Nor could the rising temperature melt them .

Tassels like the crown of mother earth As volcanoes from the west erupts And the waves from the ocean of East seems to gulp With growing fear of calamities from all sides Protected by the ancestral rituals and their mighteous cavalries Neither a dream nor could an illusion this powerful scene be Snow crowned mountains , white castle to me shadow .

The moon rising over the exciting face of mountains and the grassland On whose lap blesses the red faced inhabitants How dare could those outsiders regard them uncivilised At times, this universe tends to be so big widening more to the oceans and seas in the horizon But often the same universe shrinks itself to the wellness of just two beings Surrounded by Brahmaputra and the holy lake of mansarovar From yellow to Yangtze, and Mekong like rivers that flows in all the directions The snow crowned ranges being the ultimate protector Fearless from the attachment and cruelty Where the flock of birds circumambulate around the seat of eagle Where the moon peaks up as the the sun sets by At nights when dog howls and bad things come people look at the snow peak holding their hand to the heart

Is where the bed time stories for children seeds from That serves as the stepping stone for eagles to rest and fly Such beauties of these snow peak making it easier for the flock of birds to not forget their way It has aged but never decayed my people has valued so much for these snow crowned ranges

#day25 #napowrimo #dream if what has happened today be tagged dream as many talks of banged by the loud music the sleepless roommate played from early in the morning but you know that feeling of starting the day singing high school fav song finding it too early to have self-woken up already and and even freshening done too precious of a moment to go back to the sleep again it was earth day yesterday and there yass challenge to post on #tibetclimatecrisis the series of challenging chains that goes around was a feast to her pearl actually something lived fantasizing of for some years’ now too happy to be tagged to take on the challenge over taken by the excitement passing time by just staring at those screens as if on the board of YOU-AN and this talk be the final do or die without any in-between and as the day swiftly gives charge to another important event reminiscing over the Delhi’s July heat outside the Vishvidyalaya metro station wearing the head band scripted “world youngest prisoners” getting hold of the turbaned guy from KMC (Kirori Mal College) if only she could have just transmitted the first hand impression of seeing him but actually narrating him the imprisoned tale of Young Panchen Lama only if her vision could have caught his sight with the distance of how long the Panchen Lama have been serving his prison life since to the count of how many youths today tended being cared for the precious one

and she streams through rare footages from Tibet in a free atmosphere while the veins and arteries dances to the rhythm of her excitement but pretty cautious to again go back to the reality of ending up with nothing to see but to poet these all

#day26 #emergency Encountering emergencies everyday Mammals monologuing mantras Edacious eagle eyely Restless reckless reapers Groveled gabbing giants

#day27 #recipe They longed to see that in them When they cracked the ice from their first date After laughing bit more than how funny were the words uttered To look into each other's eyes after some splashing silent They waited to see that in them Their inner self of who they are not today To hear them speak their art and split some madness That they longed to deliver to them since some time now Some strange scent seeks snacks Do dey desires digging deliberately deep Or open ocean of options To track till their teeths toss trillion tides.

#day29 #napowrimo2020 #tibetanmatyrsday Long gone but still alive in the heart of hundreds Among what one could have done, you have chosen the most powerful way No one could ever dare to even think about but has led to a chain of more Giving more to make our voices heard so we get treated with justice Under the same exile sky where you lit yourself 21 years ago fearlessly At the age of 1 I was only at that time and today when I read more about you God forbids all I could do was write this to you with tears in my eye Every time, if there's anything making me feel down in our freedom movement I shall remember you for your plight in giving away whole you life .

#day30 She dream no big Than to wake up on the wide pasture land He wander no far But to relive some centuries old fairy tale They be better grounded than the flight of greedious skyscraper Rather were they born to climb the everest kind Won't they dare to take the height of 20th floor But can dance blindfolded on the peak of 3000 MTs above sea level She dooesn't have much to ask for Nor he requires any oratorism to fool you As well as the transparency in their blood to cleanse the doubts To be as they are, live at theirs so to be themselves.