Years ago,
You filled Me
with nothing
But love
Years later,
You left me
With nothing
But hatred.. Yet,
I remember you.

Even in Hatred,
I remember you..

01:01am
Hands that drew.
Hands that wiped.
Hands that carried.
Hands that *******.

Hands that shared.
Hands that dispatched.
Hands that crossed.
Hands that loved.
Hands... for hands...
Yours for me.
Mine for you.

Dongaala

We never passed eachother
when we wished we should have.
But then one day we will iknow,
against our will...

Dongaala

Today
was the weather for cute wefies,
double Americano shots,
fingers-interwined-Kinda-Holding-Hands ,
the 2 am untold tales.

For the pen
that was left in between the rugged emotions
dripping aimlessly. ...
for the self-timing video of the cover songs
behind the closed doors,
the piping hot ramen soup,
Today was the weather;
to just sit beside your loved one and
embrace the silence,
the comfortable silence!

-Dongaala

Death took over
in an instant,
long before
I could even realize

I lived.

Dongaala

Dear The One,

Tell me your stories
The dilemma.

If she's still on your mind
Haunts you at 2am
Rises, gallops
And no pauses;
If are unsure
Of what you have.

If you feel
What You bear
Is less love
And more confusion.

If you are still
Searching for
What you crave
To call yours.
Baby, let me remind you
To tell me,
Your stories
Your dilemmas.

And I promise,
I will share you mine.

Dongaala

This was once upon a time.
Once a time when,
Jack Daniel at 2 pm
When doubtful smirks,
0.26% words and the rest silence
Awkward smiles and creepy stares.

This was when,
Music only meant dancing
No lyrics,
Loud beats you not know of
When e-chord was no valued
This was when,
Hatred started to grow
Distance took its toll
When two became company
And three, crowd.

Dongaala

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Let's make memories and hold on to them.
Let's talk about love and my old rustic pen,
The velvet capo, the lavender land.

Let's share love and forever hold hands.

Dongaala

Then one day,
she decided to let go
off the heaviness.
The one thing
she loved most about
was her hair
and
she took
no second thought
to rip that off..

In hope
to feel lighter,
to forget memories
that made her bitter
but babe'
what she didn't know...
This thing called love
shuts when it wants to,
reaps when it wants to...

She had no power to it.
She was helpless.


She is helpless.

28.01.2015
1:29am


We are tangled
so much
in our bitter PAST;
Choosing to unsee
the should-ve seen,

Chasing the wrongs
Losing the rights
Blaming you own
Digging your faults;

Letting the Dark
Deep clouds
Veil you
in their shadow;

You let,
Sadness to grow
Depression to follow
Dabbing lies on lies
Rubbing sentiments
till it flies;

High above
so above
You lose your sight
Yet you go back
Again to the lies
To the dead,
To the hollow sadness
To the excuses
To the regrets
Blaming it all
on this thing called love
Yet, You,
YOU choose to lie.

Your voice halos in my ear,
in my head and everywhere
with silence and that sneaky stare
you smile at me and make me aware.

Those 8 days 6 hours and two
were enough to make me feel
the concealed and the invisible
the chemistry we could be.

So I wrote this tiny poem
while you were gone,
when you weren't here
when this loner was alone.


-Dolkar Lhamo!

I don't really love me
and that's how
I understand,
You don't, either!


-Dongaala

I am single
   for the man
I love


         For the man    
    who's already
in Love!


- Dongaala

We smiled
We cuddled
We loved


We. You and I.

-Dolkar Lhamo

I love the kind of cold
winter leaves me with

but the coldness you shower,
it traumatizes me!

-Dolkar Lhamo

I could never tell him
how much he meant to me
Is it the words that lacked
or the rejection I feared to see...

- Dolkar Lhamo

My poems
are not about love,
It's about you,
only you!

- Dolkar Lhamo!

I want to find those
distressed in LOVE
and be able to write about them..
About the ones
who are sad in love,
depressed, hopeless,
broken, ruptured
yet in LOVE...

I want to be able
to find the similarities,
and the relatives..
of our sentiments
and our feelings
of being
the hopeless one
in love..

-Dolkar Lhamo

How I wish to ask
Why are we like this|

Why didn't we?
Why can't we|
There will be
A lost Chance.

A lost You.
A lost US.

Oh' What a waste!!

-Dolkar Lhamo

and everytime
when he write
love poems...

I instantly
relate it
to me..

and
when his words
doesn't make
any sense,

I stuck
and wonder
for who could
that be???

-Dolkar Lhamo