Augustus Tden 23

My blog..left untouched for years..faithful so came back and will nurse it with some words hereby. Previous post were some teen age or say budding thoughts pictured in poems which that time i thought to keep it myself for you know very less people get poems😅😅. And here i am today.  Life have been a very interesting tale and i learnt helluva truth. Firstly i couldn't complete college, i was a final year student. And second my wife divorced me for my incompetence in running  a family. Why..??...Drugs... Its now 2 years and counting since i abstained and right now my lungs are  shouting we are clean ..we are clean..😆😆. Firstly my incomplete college life, I was hailed in school days as a brilliant brain by teachers and friends. Of course high hopes. But now a complete stinking shit. Yea actually thats how society see me. Friends who were thousand kilometres behind me in those learning days are now all rainbow behind their head. Well ahead of me.  Its life. If i am be...

Don’t know where to start and where to end; The place where you live….. I did come for thousand times and went; But never seeing you was my disbelief….. These have but haunted me for all my past; Making the small, tiny place so vast… To fate and to god of all world I give my bow; For I wish to see her by any chance tomorrow. Or even if it’s not possible I will keep this vow; That I will hope even if I am on death row.  

My happiness, smile, worries and laughter Is due to my sweet, beautiful daughter. Happy when she calls melodiously DADDY, I smile in her acting as my best buddy. Worry if she can grow up magnificently, Laughter she brings in heart completely. Such is my girl special to me and my life, Whose reason she have been since the knife, I've thrown which pierce my flesh and bone. Now that my guiding star the GOD have shown, To follow till death and love, care to my best, And swear never to fall back to that darkness.  My daughter. Like father like daughter.  My reason Shy I was to the world my daughter is a mistake                                                        ...

The clean air stained by fogs and cloud; Can't even see the face who calls me loud. Life that's so pure and bright in sunshine; Is dark and unfriendly, and never fine. A stream contaminated in rainy days; It becomes clear and neat in other ways. Mistakes we blunder in our own path; Though time cleanse like a body bath. In memories, thoughts it stays as a scar; Hurting, paining more than those in war. Living seems a waste and welcomes death; Dying isn't liberation we feel, and wait. Being happy, still dying isn't the satisfaction; So it is natural to walk even with objections.

Mad some have gone, tears that are shed. Sad for having none, missing who are death. Bonds that are done, future that can’t be bet. Poor to buy a phone, being the regret’s pet.                 In these four confusing lines I said my pains. Every day and every season it always rains. Though I stand, it makes me live in drains. I have for all the time, all day tried to refrain. It may be nothing to you in your brain,   But for 20 years I have been in this sore train.                                                                     -2Ne3

  Manage your looks and profile of Facebooks; For it doesn’t count the pages you read in books. The world a child dreams is but a fake; Hard it is to, for people’s belief to make. Look beautiful and damn so handsome; Or you will be like all day full of rum. Fact it is, true it is but no one do agree; Deep inside it is with all at high degree. That everyone loves the beauty of Cinderella; That no one can praise the evil look of Dracula. That Beauty and Beast were but only in tales; That in today’s world Beauty and Brain never fails. So that’s why I started to use costly creams; Bought from the moneys earned with screams.                                                          ...

Day Care Centre please. Day Care Centre is a desperate need in my country. Parents who have job and whose children have to be left alone in their house really need a clean and responsible Day Care Centre. Such parents suffer lack of babysitters. Even if they get someone to babysit, they aren’t trained. And in such a situation many parents look at their own old parents as the last resort. I remember my middle school teacher, Galay Wangchuk, saying that many Bhutanese old people do hunch and their children make them to hunch more by making them carry their grandchildren. Not just the employed parents, but this is the same case with the villagers. Women who are unemployed and bears a child, they too don’t get much time with their child. They have to work to earn for their husband’s wage alone can’t feed the whole family. At last the victim of many newborn is their grandparents. In our Buddhist country we have somewhat like a tradition or a culture i.e. old people must start cou...