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211 · Dec 2019
the vague discovery
Dechen Wangmo Dec 2019
every day I do the usual
all the same
nothing unpredictable or exciting
yet I live each day,
without a purpose mostly,
in a place,
I cannot call it home.
the beginning of the week or day,
its a plan,
far planned by the people
I don't even have time for...
this mediocre, this clique,
I am trying not to live,
yet I continue to live,
with norms.
that unsatisfying plan,
which I have to follow, only
for the people and the amount,
which I don't seem to enjoy.
the restlessness and the urge to escape,
the relentless plan,
so far in vain
and it will be so.
everyday.
190 · Dec 2019
Birthday to you..
Dechen Wangmo Dec 2019
it's today you would celebrate
of all the days
for one tiny soul
your only love

instead, you went
to the unknowns

here I am an ocean apart,
from the responsibilities

but he is blessed
because he is your son,
a strong woman's son,
taught to love and to be compassionate.
and today we cherish what you have brought into this world,
a soul, cute and sweet.
and we pray for the best of him,
and I know everything will be good with him
because you are here, always in our hearts.

Happiest Birthday Rabsel.
Dear Pelki, know that he is blessed and he will be grateful to you always. You have raised a fine boy, he is so cute and so full of life.
119 · Jan 2020
Untitled
Dechen Wangmo Jan 2020
I want to go to the places,
see sunrise and sunsets,
everything calm and orange,
only to those, I want to go to.
it's the basic, but I see awry of it.
in the name of self-discovery or exposure,
but I failed to get what I need,
lost myself into the lights, trains, and shopping,
yet my heart, it says only one thing, home.
where I was born, where I want to stay and where I should be.
but if an opportunity opens I will be here, on the train,
doing conventional things.
forgetting my only need.

so punch me for dreaming,
ignoring my will to pursue my need,
because I am too scared of so many unknowns.
and I will be here on the trains that I hate to take,
living the life I want to change.
leaning towards comfy, convenient and slowly towards strangling my need.
becoming cold and distant.

— The End —