That one Selfless woman

A selfless woman Ama la,

I wonder where her strength comes from.

From day till night, she works tirelessly,

Attending to all my needs with care.

She never takes a break or rests,

Always putting us before herself.

Even when she feels unwell,

She bears it with a happy heart.

But I often fail to understand,

The sacrifices she makes for us.

A woman who would go to any length,

To protect and care for her loved ones.

Yet, our words sometimes wound her,

Hurting her deeply, like a thousand cuts.

Still, she never complains or retreats,

Her love for us remains firm and unwavering.

We take her presence for granted,

Forgetting the pain she silently endures.

I wonder, oh how does she do it?

This selfless woman, so pure and true.

                                                            To my dear mother~Ugyen Zangmo

Missing pain

Missing pain may seem a curious plea

For it is suffering that we often wish to flee

But in its absence,something is amiss

a reminder of life's trails, the bittersweet 

abyss

Pain, though sometimes unberable a 

curel

has a purpose, shaping us as a tool

It teaches empathy, resilience and grace

A force that molds us, leaving its trace

Wihout pain, there's a sense of disarray

An absence of depth, a desolate display

for in the drakness, we find the light 

In pain's embrace,we discover our might

So I yearn for the pain, the trails, the strife

For in its presence, I find purpose in life

Missing pain may seem strange, I know

but it is through struggle, our true selves

we show

Let it remind us of our humanity 

To cherish each moment, embrace the

frailty

For in the absenceof pain, we may grow numb

but oh, how we miss it when it does not come.~ unknown

Emptiness of loss, the untold pain

In the shadows of the dim, my thoughts do play

lost in a realm of hope, so far away

A heart once whole, now shattered and cracked.

The agaony of losing oneself's hive.                  

                                                           Once vibrant colors now faded to gray

                                                           I search for my soul, but it slipped away

                                                           thoughts of direction makes me sway aimlessly

                                                           seeking a claming point, perhaps far away.

Each day is struggle,a battle deep within

seeking a refuge from pain,I'm in

but the empty path brings a constant torment

wide and vast, hard to withstand

                                                                  Reflection in the mirror, a strange face

                                                                  a hollow space, a mere empty shell

                                                                  once a vibrant being, now living in emptiness

                                                                  searching for the place to stay, deep within.

Finding the way

 

For finding a way is not just about the destination,

It's about the Journey, the growth, and transformation.

Each step I take brings me closer to my Dreams,

And with each challenge faced, I'll emerge stronger it seems.

So lets venture forth, with hope as our guide,

Embracing the journey, with arms open wide.

For in the search for our way, we will find who we are meant to be.