untitled
I am just a soul in a fixed / Crying for the right direction / My mind is so mixed
Old Echoes
Smell of freshly churned butter tea / Coming from our 4 ft. square kitchen, / In our small home back in Bir / Where our long sighs tell our grief
A Barred Blessing
In the cold snowy mountains / In Tibet / Her nomad parents — / named her Tenzin / A privilege worth risking it all.
Untitled
They say / you become what you eat / So she ate flowers / All these years
“If I could see you again”
I lay on my bed crying holding onto my Mother’s chupa / that always sits on my bed, / I wiped off the tears / And put on her chupa
Dhundup Gyalpo
Dhundup Gyalpo is the editor of Tibetan Bulletin, the English-language journal of the Dharamsala-based . Tibetan Bulletin at Dhundup Gyalpo on TibetWrites Articles [1] A brief history of poetry in Tibet. 28 December 2007
I am a Dog
I am a dog / A Tibetan dog from Kyegu / A few days before the earth shook
Year of the Tiger
The Cat put us through hell, / Killed my kin, dreaded my mind.
A Pale View of the Himalayas
Review of book Songs from a Distance by Bhuchung Sonam
This is perhaps what pushes writers like Sonam and Tsundue to their desks every morning to sing the songs of freedom on behalf of their silenced brethren behind the pale hills of the Himalayas. Their songs are sad and touching of course, but they are never depressing.
Tibetan Poetry Down the Ages
The increasingly stringent control imposed since 1994 by China on the works of Tibetan writers in Tibet has effectively muzzled the creative energy that has been oozing from the early eighties.
A Poet’s Poetry
The best poems are written not on papers / But by the swans on the shores / the winds on the highway
Dylan, Me and Robin Hood
On the Friendship road / We travel writing a note / Dylan, me and Robin Hood,
Visions in Snippets
Life delights and death mourns / But life goes on
Reality and Illusion
There are too big for me / They always come in motion / To pinpoint is too hard for me
Ode to Yak
A grudging gush grew from the east / Grey grasses nomads endured the worst
Romancing the Night
Yet another day passes, Yet another day sleeps / Enter the world of dreams, bringing love in heaps.
A Poetry that is Tibet
Poem by Tenzin Gelek: A place, I know as heaven’s clone / Now just a deserted soul all alone.
Flight of the Cage Bird
Silence of emptiness pierced through the air, / And forlorn feathers fluttered in the captive sky.
Deathbed
Sands of time slipping from my grasp, / Pages of my life, melodies of my unsung past.
Tibet Speaks
The dawn is here now / I foresee, a happy free Tibet / And our day will soon be here.