Hello, my name is Jigmet Angmo(Jimmy) and I am from Ladakh, India. I am very fond of writing poems or you can say its what I rely on to make myself sound. It wasn't very long when I found that I can't share my feelings with others and that very thing killed me from inside. I relive while I write poems. My diary became my best friend, a friend I can trust.....a friend I wouldn't be afraid of losing. I have been writing since last 5 years now. It was just a few days back when my cousin insisted me on writing it online and I wasn't sure though. But I wanted to know what it takes to be me. So here I am. I wish to learn a lot from the extraordinary poets here.
Thank you.......
And a time labyrinthe still lies before the 'I do',
your love is true and warm, know that I love you too.
For 'us' is dangling in the crowd, battered by the froth,
yet I'll nestle the future highs, once out of war and we say our oath.
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At 4 I was always slow, tryna fit in a world unknown.
New friends or the first I say, playing around shouting my name.
My mom and dad my punching bags, Vegetables I hated them.
Toddler at the candy shop, I'd watch him with some hope.
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I dn't wanna see your face,
Bringing back memories it puts me back to daze.
'cuz you dn't really know,
Everytime your lies make me bow.
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One of these days I'd miss you and cry,
Your whisper and the times you asked me 'why? '
For the happy days you've given,
My sulky eyes cry more and gets driven.
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Turning into something one cannot decide upon,
whether to hold onto it or go dry of the thorn.
They telling me not to lie, have faith but I sigh,
won't it cost me a little too much when I ain't high.
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