Woesel, Tenzin

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 ...

When towers stand tall and buildings, firm; when men and women work to earn; when children wear their happy smiles; why must you come and wreck them all? Out of the blue, there you turn up uninvited, unexpected and unforeseen; shake your hips for hardly any seconds, dancing to music; no man hears. The beat you dance to, turns to groans and moans. The humans cry in despair, edifices collapse and souls, crushed. Why must you come when all you cause is harm and hurt? Why must you come when all you cause is sorrow and suffering? Why must you come when all you leave is chaos and corpses? Why must you come when all you leave is destruction and dismay? And in silence you will escape, leaving people relieved but for a while. For the few seconds of your emergence, leaves behind wreckage and ‘SOS’s. Even if we beg you not to return, you will, intending a worse destruction. You’re ruthless, you’re savage, for you, structures are weak; men, weaker.

1. What do you get in return for cheating and breaking hearts? 2. Do you fake everything right from the beginning or you lose interest as time passes on? 3. Have you ever thought about the feelings of the person you cheated on? 4. Why do you always prey on the innocent hearts? 5. Do you think you can bear the pain if somebody you loved played with your feelings? 6. Have you ever wondered how beautiful our lives would be, if each one of us were devoted to our partners? 7. Why do choose to fool the loyal hearts when there are many other players like you out there? 8. How would you feel if your own brother or sister was deceived and left shattered? 9. Do you think you will realize someday; what you had been doing is a heartless act? 10. Don’t you think life is too short to play games with love and fake feelings? 11. How long are you going to keep doing this awful thing? 12. Don’t you think there is more to life than just being an asshole? ...