Waterfall: An Epilogue
For you who wrote about the promise of waterfall / Who freed my spirit with the force of language
For you who wrote about the promise of waterfall / Who freed my spirit with the force of language
The only thing that breathes is the sound of engine / Relentless in its climb against the steep rugged pass
For a while now, I have thought about creating a blog focusing on Tibetan women’s issues. In general, women’s rights are important because of the patriarchal nature of societies,
Buddha lies hidden under a silk scarf / Tucked in a drawer at home in Lhasa
You asked me if / I still love to write / I said, yes I do.
Living with my lipstick and this black kohl liner / One hundred and eight images portrayed in a lone mirror