Woesel, Tenzin

Some years ago, I visited my grandmother and we went on a long walk to the far end of the village. During our time together, she told me so many stories of her salad-days; I cannot remember all now but one thing that has struck me since then was about how she left writing poetry. I have heard from her friends that my grandmother unlike other girls of her age when she was young, would spend a lot of time alone; meditating on life and sometimes imagining herself to be a bird. “She was always seen with a book and a pen, writing poetry in the fields.”, a friend of hers once told me. “In my early twenties, I was known as ‘the-poet-in-the-making’ in our village.”, my grandmother told me on our walk. “Most of my poems are melancholic for writing poetry had always been an escape for me. It was a friend whom I could turn to when I felt low. I also used to write poems that were beyond the personal. I loved speaking on behalf of the sad people to let know that they were not alone. I wro...

Born in the land encircled by the snowcapped mountains, Where human, flora and fauna lived in peace. You, the sun of Tibet rose from Taktser in Amdo On the sixth day of July in the year 1935. Your rays fall on every sentient being, illuminating hearts, The world rejoices in your presence, Your Holiness! As the red Chinese flag covered your homeland, You fled to keep the hopes of your people alive. Crossing the Himalayas into India's welcome On the thirtieth day of March in the year 1959. In Dhasa, the little Lhasa you found a home, You are our only hope in exile, Your Holiness! You promote human values and religious harmony, You spread love and compassion wherever you go. Honoured with countless awards, the Nobel Peace Prize On the tenth day of December in the year 1989. You travel the globe in humility and selflessness, The whole world looks up to you, Your Holiness! At sixteen you bore the burden of Tibet, Living up to the hopes and confidence of the six million. We will forever ...

Look at her. She loves you a little more each passing day, Fighting against her feeling of being shot within. Every morning she wakes up to twisted linen  From last night’s hurricane; struggling to sleep. Look at her. The tears shed from her weary eyes wet her pillow, While salty sobs soak in her burned cheeks. Every night she is haunted by your demons, Keeping her awake with thoughts of you. Look at her. She takes strolls alone around the city at 3am, Dances with the ghosts of you wandering along. Stumbling each time the ghosts mention your name, They leave her not, they never do. Look at her. A bony body, still refuses to eat. She stares at her plate as if she sees you there. Every glass of wine she finishes just to forget you, She sees your face at the bottom of the glass.. Look at her. Her chestnut hair uncombed, she never leaves her house, She snuggles her head in her blanket and weeps. She would give every broken piece of her to have you back Her hollow eyes would only sparkl...

There’s something ravishing about the bond she shares with coffee. It is as strong as the coffee she prefers. She has coffee on her mind and coffee on her checklist. It tops the list of the things she should never leave. She falls for it time and again for making her day beautiful in every little way it could. From the prayers she says before the first sip of the day's first coffee, to finding months-old stains of dripped coffee on her favourite notepad; she loves every bit of how the addictive drink has to do with her sober life. She laughs at how she slurps her coffee and how the thick and foamy milk stays on her upper lips like a moustache. She loves the strong aroma coming from the rich coffee that fills her surrounding and  how the bitter yet sweet flavour always has a way with her. She is in love with coffee a little too much; she at times, even dreams of spending the rest of her life in a café and nowhere else.

Kunga Chemi is a twenty-one year old Tibetan girl from Rajpur, Dehradun (India) who moved to New York, US in the year 2002 when she was only nine. She has a melodious voice.  She sings cover songs and shares them on social media like Sound Cloud, Facebook, YouTube and Instagram. She is in a music band in New York called; wOne Sound. Tenzin Woesel: Hello, I am Tenzin Woesel. I am doing a project to interview young talented Tibetans around the globe to make people of the world aware that Tibet is an independent nation and has its own celebrities just like  other nations. With this project, I also intend to appreciate  and encourage young Tibetan women like you who are talented and are pursuing their passion to go further. For almost a year now I have been enjoying listening to your music and I have a few of your songs on my playlist. Thank you for accepting my request to have an interview with you on Skype. Kunga Chemi: I think what you are doing is really great. ...

Flowers wither. Seasons change. Youth ages. Feelings fade. Men pass away; So does time. Sunrise and sunset Birth and death; Spring, summer, Autumn, then winter. Hellos and goodbyes; Meetings and partings. Happy a minute; Sad the next. No material permanent; Feelings alike. For nothing lasts, Evermore.

Lately been seeing too many posts on social media about the 'SalmanVerdict' and some heated arguments between the pro-Salman group of people and the opposition. Whatsoever, I hope humanity prevails. I'm neither supporting the Salman Khan verdict, nor against it. In my view, those people who are pro-Salman are not looking at what bad he had done in the past but rather, bringing up all the good things he has been doing so far. On the other hand, the people who are anti-Salman in this case, are send hate for what had happened in the past and are unaware of, or have forgotten how many lives he has saved.  That incident happened freakin' 13 (THIRTEEN) years back! I do accept the crime he committed and the punishment he deserves but how he values humanity now should also be considered and appreciated. People sending hate are only discouraging him to work for what he has been doing; helping those who are helpless, when people like him are needed today. I am NOT saying that he ...