S10zing'S FREE THOUGHT WHIZZING AROUND FREE LAND

When the gorgeous blossom roses withered away with the seasonal shift, l aborious  watering and weeding work would require no more. Labour and  fertiliser  cost could now be saved for procuring other necessities.  T he apartment has turned into uneventful and haunting place. The gardens were left to rot itself.  The smiley faces of neighbours would not show up with camera anymore. T hey would missed the photo snapping session and they have no more present for their loved one during the birthday bash. Everybody started turning their back on me and I was found alone like a lonely chick in the crowd without mom. My day was much colder then.  However , after few days later, it became conspicuous that fate wasn’t upset. It came in to play. The remnant root started sprouting out and the aroma of red rose pervaded the ambient air. I was indeed on the mountaintop once again, grinningly gazing down to my duly décor house. However, only for a shot...

Wake up! The time has come. The dreams has became reality and god has started answering. It can't be, has I gone insane or am i still on the cozy bed dreaming? Well everything is happening in reality. It is not in dream. Druk air is schedule at 11:30 am to Bangkok. I am flying, flying away from the home country, leaving behind everyone and everything else. I wasn't happy nor sad, I was in unexplainable state. From left; Mani Kumar Sharma, Ugyen Wangchuk, Sangay Tenzin(me) Paro International Airport, 12th July 2011 On the very day of 12th July, 2011, I found myself waking up before day break with red eyes and of course with brighter face. I wondered whole night about the departure and journey by flight. On the other hand I was really disturbed preoccupied with how far I can offer my humble services to government after returning. I didn't get proper sleep either. Then for the first time I have waved my hands to Bhutan, my host country, where my parent and rela...

On 27 th November, at around 8:30 am I have waved my hand to the Armidale for the time of a few months. Jigme and I drove to the Armidale Train Station by my flatmates and we were glad and pleased to have such a loving friend together. I swear I won't forget such a wonderful mate that God has brought us as a sibling. Then to be exact at 9:15 we have started our journey towards Sydney. We had a last and final handshake and final hug and off they went back soon. Sydney to us was very unknown. We just had heard a name but the places were totally unknown. We were pretty nervous and worried about where to hold a night in Sydney. The journey was full of tension and anyway by the grace of God, we reached the unknown destination safely and successfully. The journey from Armidale to Sydney has been a long, tedious, and tiresome ride of approximately 9 hours. In the train, while Jigme was busy snoring with the tune of the train I was enjoying the movie title “Sa-tharingsa”. ...

The time of togetherness was fun and joy, but it is indeed unbearable to get depart. Everybody wishes to be happy but lend up struggling. This is the norm of the nature, nobody can amend, everybody has to chase it. But the fortunate thing is nobody can stop,  being happy oneself flash-backing the past treasured moment. Back to Ulladulla, NSW, Australia then, the time when i used to work in the berry farm with three other friends and fALLEN IN LOVE WITH ONE OF THEM. this poem is dedicated to them and it narrates everything happened and take back to that time. No words that i write can ever describe  How much it meant when i say i miss you. As the time pass by.... Loneliness grows in me... . As the day closes without seeing you... Heart cries for your warmth... As the gentle southern breeze gust through trees I yearn for your soft whispering. As the Dumaresq creek descends down,, I misses the time with you in clyde river When i walk through...