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- May 20, 2017

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Broken

- January 23, 2019

Behind her rose red lips, Hidden is a secrets of chest. Veiled with softness and gentleness, Mystery it remain behind it. Her words so kind and dear, Touched and always I endear. Like a bee lost to a rose, So am I lost into her. While chest hidden behind her lips, Secrets locked inside it. Secrets that buried her lies, Politeness that veiled her ploy. Beats of my heart , Louder than its otherwise. Juggled in between her hands, My hearts like a ball. The secrets in her chest , Is the betrayal of my heart . Kindness in her words, Is a deception she imposed.

It's time Bhutan should be proactive towards waste management.

- January 24, 2015

We are fortunate to embrace the happiness and comfort brought about by the rapid developmental activities, however at the same time we cannot ignore the deleterious impact of such activities. Various problem evolve due to reckless mining and road infrastructures. By and large it's the the problem of waste that demands more attention. Massive amount of garbage from individual household, industries at large, municipal waste etc wreaks havoc in the environment. The garbage includes all plastics, diused metal, infrastructure debris, etc.which are categorised under non biodegradable. Where as waste from kitchen, food processing industries, etc falls under biodegradable category. Either of any two have deleterious affect on our environment. Enormous amount of waste are produced from the municipality and big towns like thimphu ,phuntsholing etc . Thimphu city alone is said to generate ...

Loneliness.

- October 15, 2016

Pic source.google From behind the hill, She brush aside her hair and peek. In the dark velvet of sky, Million diamonds of stars are sprayed. From the endless flow of the river, Chilling breeze is blowing. On atop the distant mountains , Poles of flags are fluttering. On the temple perched afar, Resounds a bell of sanctity. Amid the bed of lonsomeness, I lull my heart in solitude.