Revolution

A city bears many stories,Even the ones we don’t want to hearOf depleting oceans,Slavery and migration,Stories of mere survival.Under the changing banners ofCommunism and capitalism,The rise of monoliths,Bent on stifling dissent.All but stoking the fire,A yearning for freedom,A revolution.

In exile

Walking in the mist, you wonderIs this the stuff or dreams or nightmares?How many who lay herecarried the dream of a Free Tibet?Waking to a past, untouched bythe mystics of the dreamcatcherThe grief, walking side by sideOn winding roads of this land,still foreign after all these yearsWhere the Lhamo is reduced to caricaturesIn buildings erectedContinue reading “In exile”