Early morning rays
hitting frosted grass
The ground encrusted in jewels
Dorji Penjor (Thimphu)
Eating an omlette
“squirt”
The oil hits my face
Namgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)
Trying to notice everything
prayer flags
floating in the night sky
Namgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)
Not hearing
the pigeons on the roof
for days, the snowy mountain
Sonam Palden (Thimphu)
Four trees
overlook the zen garden
wind blows
Namgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)
For a while thinking
it was my father’s truck
half hidden on the driveway
Sonam Palden(Thimphu)
The movie over
Ielts text book
touching the laptop
Namgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)
My sister
pouring curry in a cup
i walk over to her
Namgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)
Snow falling
on a nearby mountain
the tired faces of road sweepers
Sonam Palden(Thimphu)
In the busy street
a man turns, facing the sun
as pigeons scatter
Sonam Palden (Thimphu)
The warmth gone
this cold winter’s night
everyone near the embers
Dorji Tashi (Thimphu)
From a distance roars
a big bird in the sky
the new domestic aircraft
Dorji Tashi (Thimphu)
When the moon doesn’t brighten
dark nights
a flickering candle offers hope
Dorji Tashi (Thimphu)
The sun on my plate
in the form
of a chili
Namgay Wangchuk (Thimphu)
The cabinet from early days
with the broken glass window
still ugly
Sonam Palden (Paro)
looking out the window
stretching
prayer flags wave horizontally
Namgay Wangchuk (Thimphu)
The movie overIelts text booktouching the laptopNamgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)My sisterpouring curry in a cupi walk over to herNamgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)Snow fallingon a nearby mountainthe tired faces of road sweepersSonam Palden(Thimphu)In the busy streeta man turns, facing the sunas pigeons scatterSonam Palden (Thimphu)The warmth gonethis cold winter’s nighteveryone near the embersDorji Tashi (Thimphu)From a distance roarsa big bird in the skythe new domestic aircraftDorji Tashi (Thimphu)When the moon doesn’t brightendark nightsa flickering candle offers hopeDorji Tashi (Thimphu)The sun on my platein the formof a chiliNamgay Wangchuk (Thimphu)The cabinet from early dayswith the broken glass windowstill uglySonam Palden (Paro)
looking out the windowstretchingprayer flags wave horizontallyNamgay Wangchuk (Thimphu)Clouds restingon snowy peaksthe chukor mani chimesDorji Penjor (Thimphu)Light in my brother’s housenewspapersby the windowNamgay Wangchuk(Thimphu)Sky seems far awayfaces nearbyseem more closer than they wereSonam Palden(Thimphu)
