Could I stay startled gazing at a vision that dances on my eyes while I sit back being confined by reality? I wonder its existence and yet ponder at the thought of how strange life is…or how close it resembles on being strange.
Could I foretell the future and console the present while at the same time try leaving back the past? I try to but still I wonder how much would I succeed.
Things never go the way one wants. With the thought, I now doubt if my life and my desires and wants are the same poles of two magnet…is it? I ask to myself. After all, my desires of life has always been repelled by life…or vice-versa? I wouldn’t stick to one.
Yet I again wonder and ask, is this what we call life? the impulse…reverberation…tremor felt from the magnet? I lack the answer to the question I’ve raised.
Will my knowledge, the mastery over words and my philosophy beyond my age be enough to answer the question? The sense of responsibility and an essence of pride ness overwhelms me. But the feeling fades away as quickly as it came for no matter how distant and wild my imagination runs, my feet has always stood firm back on the ground. Thus, I now ponder the question I’ve raised trying to quench my thirst of life and desires…the limitations set by time or…?
About Me
- Pratik Rimal
- Kathmandu, Nepal
- Ever since I first started to write my first poem and article, I've loved to write. I continue to learn to write. In doing so, I let my feelings, thoughts, and emotions run wild and let people know what I intend to say, what I want to say. For me, writing is a creative expression to express what we never can say by speaking... Your readings and feedback are always important to me. Therefore, I wish that you'd write to me. My email address: pratik.rimal@hotmail.com Cell: +977-98511-42610
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