chhoegay writes

Oh! But the rain Patron of love from the season Joyous beings look up for that reason Falls thy from the mischievous heaven Falls but once a 24x7 Sings the bird to please thee Another day he'd like to see While moments flow down a muddy stream Levitating the river to its brim Relaxed the farmer in his house A smile to share from his spouse Blessed be them they think they are Heavens decided to pour in their jar A feild of dreams tilts to swear 'Hunger won't be a threat to bear' The green of nature will turn to gold The power of thy are so to hold A poor soul in spite cries alone His strength to bear now long gone Thy love now a burden to hold The sorrows that he now unfold Times when thee put a smile When he'd play with thee and walk a mile Drenched in thy love he would sing Hollow a piece of wood and the metal string The same clock now has brought A time of choice; he has to sort Over a happiness or a sick night His heart and brai...

I hear prayers in my timid head When I remain oblivious to the world outside Like paparazzies buzzing with their cameras But not in notch of anything held I hear voices crying with extreme odious Feel occult to the alien world out there So there I remain obsolete in a corner When the my children doubt my existence I hear laughter and giggles along Some cajole prayers now finally heard Yet some still in never ending vendettas Serenading over their prayers to deaf ears I hear pleas and cries of the innocent civilians When the parole does what he is best known for Their trust now cropping and eyes closed with agony Their prayers now only epitaph on their tombstone I hear my name called; Kenchosum, Eshwar, Christ, Allah Vendors making profits on my statues But a simple prayer is all it takes To make your pain mine To believe I'm still listening.

Love is not about sex “Do you only love me so that you can have sex with me?” This is one of the most frequently asked questions by a girl to her boyfriend. I can say that because I am one of the victims of the question myself. What answer would you give, if you were in our shoes? Well of course we don’t want to tell them a ‘yes’ and then miss our future opportunities of good sex. So, then flows the stream of lies, “NO! Why would you think that way?”, or “I love you Baby, and I would always love you”, or to the extreme, “I would love you even if you were a man and I couldn’t have sex with you”. That makes you cringe, I know right! That leaves us with the question, “Is love only about SEX?” Well, sex in the natural life is all about the genes to be carried forward. Every living being on the planet earth lives, well in the simplest words, just to have sex. A Cicadas stays under the ground for 17 years only to come out one fine day, sing their heart out, find a mate, have sex and the...

"...'she kicked!'..she screamed..now that their wait was finally down to four month..'she kicked again..'..and she was already running towards her husband who was cooking her and himself a dinner..he saw her face..and never did he feel so happy seeing how happy she was..the smile almost tearing her face apart..'when did he kick?'..he starting their favourite argument..'she kick just a moment ago' she replied not quite answering his question..he laughed..'is he kicking still?'..he asked..mocking his wife bearing their first..she punched him on his arm and said 'she kicked..hubby..SHE kicked..' and he laughed about how she stressed the word.. She looked at her husband who had now fallen asleep by his bed side as she gently opened her eyes..he had placed his hand on the small bump that used to be in her waist..she saw the hospital ceiling and smelled the obnoxious smell of medicine all around..she slowly picked his hand trying not to ...

"..and he stood there..not knowing what to say..not knowing what to do..things happened so fast he didn't even think of the reaction he would give..the stars seemed to laugh at him as he looked at them mesmerized..the moon seemed to awe at how innocent he was..trees seemed to tease him while they hugged their neighbor..the wind seemed to dance around him as if to remind him that he could move..but then he just stood there.. His eyes now started to water themselves for comfort..the smile satrted to feel heavy on his face yet he smiled..his feet felt like they were placed on smoldering charcoals yet they didn't budge an inch from their place..the cheeks burned themselves to hot red while his hands became as cold as thle winter itself..as she disappered in the darkness of the night..and appeared as a silhouette to the street lamp that seemed to glow annoyingly bright that night..he saw her face as she neared the lamp and the smile almost gave him a heart attack..his grin gre...

Hi, my name is Chhoegay Dawa. I am from a small town Khuruthang, in a small District Punakha, in a small country known as the 'land of the thunder dragon', Bhutan. Through this blog i want to share to the world my writings and some of my experiences in this twenty one years of stepping in this mysterious and adventurous world. Thank you for visiting my blog, "CHHOEGAY WRITES".