Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Winter in Thimphu

It's a freezing winter
I can't be a passionate writer
I can't ponder
Everything seems mess and blunder
My hands are numb and trembling
I sense the notion of falling
My thoughts are frozen and shattered 
My consciousness are filtered
I gonna create a memory
That can last for a century

Moon rises gently above the horizon 
I was walking in the street on a verged of frozen. 
There is nothing to mend
Everything subsides in the end