Where can I go from here?

So chilling was the winter wind

So scorching was the summer heat

From here to There,

They all will go as they wished

But where can I go from here?

By Sonsnow

Wrote this poem some years back, when I was left back on campus during the vacations.

Looking for Tibet

87-Year-old HHDL looking out at the view in the early morning from his residence in the remote Himalayan village of Lingshed, Ladakh, UT, India on August 11, 2022. (Photo by Tenzin Choejor)

“At the age of 16 I took responsibility for Tibet at a difficult time and in so doing I lost my freedom.  At the age of 24, I lost my country and became a refugee. I have met all kinds of difficulties, but as the Tibetan says, ‘Wherever you are happy, you can call home, and whoever is kind to you is like your parents.’  I lost my country, but I’ve been happy and at home in the world at large.  Living a meaningful life is not about acquiring money and other facilities; it’s about dedicating your life to helping others as much as you can.”

His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

As His Holiness sits silently without a slight sign of his usual smile, 

My heart pains in great depth. 

As His Holiness gazed towards the homeland hills, as far as his eyesight can reach, My heart pains in great depth. 

As His Holiness prays for the well-being of his people, who he couldn’t reach out to, 

My heart pains in great depth. 

By Sonsnow

Why are you so silent? Video

I express my sincere thanks to Tibet Rights Collective for coming up with this video featuring my poem, Why are you so silent?

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I am a Prisoner

Observing International Prisoner’s Justice Day by TWA at Mcleod, Dharamshala, Photo Sonsnow
Observing International Prisoner’s Justice Day by TWA at Mcleod, Dharamshala, Photo Sonsnow

I am a Prisoner
A Prisoner of someone
So strong and powerful,
They hold back my hand
When I raise my fist for freedom,
They twist my tongue
When I tweet for Truth and Justice

Long nights and days!

Photo by Victor on Pexels.com

I watch the moon moves all alone the whole night, 

I count the clock ticks all alone the whole night, 

I stare at the ceiling in silence the whole night

Those were the days the nights were too long to pass

And those were the days I miss them the most 

I watch the sun setting down to an evening chill,

I watch the cloud passing by the hills, 

I watch the birds fly as it wills

Those were the days, the days were too long to pass

And those were the days I miss them the most.

By Sonsnow

Oh White Crane!

White crane gazing over the glamorous Potala Palace, the sacred abode of the Avalokitesvara.

Oh White crane!

White crane!

lend me your wings,

I won’t Fly Further to the West

From here I shall return

White crane!

Lend me your ears,

And Hear me out in Silence

Tell them how firmly we Stand

White Crane!

Lend me your Eyes,

And watch me in Distance

How United we stand

By Sonsnow

Why are you so Silent?

Why are you so silent?

When your countrymen continue to scream in great pain, Behind the bars with broken bones.

Why are you so silent?

When the monasteries and nunneries are destroyed and demolished down to ashes.

Why are you so silent?

When the forests are fired and trees cut down to Timbers in great number.

Why are you so silent?

When the monks and nuns in great numbers are forcibly evicted from their institutions.

Why are you so silent?

When the singers and writers are imprisoned for speaking out the injustice imposed upon them.

Why are you so silent?

When they mined minerals out of the mountains and made a whole lot of holes in the Himalayas.

Why are you so silent?

When they installed eyes on every street pole and watched you pee and peep in deep silence.

Why are you so silent?

When the rivers and rivulet are controlled by building dams after dams.

Why are you so silent?

When you are not dumb and numb enough to ignore the injustice.

By Sonsnow

Who are you?

Who are you to smile on their behalf?
when you hide their sorrows aside

Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not speak their tongue

Who are you to dance on their behalf?
when you do not know their dance

Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you tied their tongues too tight

Who are you to liberate them?
when you confine them in Full control

Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not respect their idea

Who are you to wave on their behalf?
When you tied their hand too tight

Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not Speak out the bitter truth

Who are you to pray on their behalf?
when you do not respect their religion

Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not speak their heart out

Who are you to cry on their behalf?
when you do not feel their pains

By Sonsnow

If I die here on a Foreign Soil

Protest against CCP Centenary celebration, New Delhi

If I die here on a foreign soil

Bury me not, burn me Instead

I have stayed here long enough

with high hopes of homecoming,

Send some of my ashes back to my homeland,

As I have promised to return not long after

Ask my parents not to cry in great grief

They have cried enough in all those years,

Ask them to forget their son,

Who doesn’t deserve a place in their heart,

But tell them they have raised a Men

Who fought well enough until his last breath,

For a nation that is under an Oppression

And for a Country whose Countrymen continues to suffer,

They might smile a bit after it

And I can Rest In Peace

By Sonsnow