The stars that were to show light in the dark nights in the end seem to fail. Dark nights now reigns the sky while the stars stay helpless holding its light of truth as it tries to penetrate the night, but fails.
From the ancient times, there was always the truth that overcame the wrong. However, it was a long time back. Time has now taken a rapid turn and we’ve surrendered our morale to it. We try to say, “look, this is the truth, not that, and I mean it, even if you don’t,” but fail like the stars that continually tries to penetrate its spears of light but falls short due to the thick layer of obscurity.
I ponder and say, truth and trust are two partials that give shape to hope. If there is no trust, one would not believe the other person’s truth, no matter how much the other means with utmost sincerity. I reason it as a result of some opaque object that hinders the person’s truth albeit they try to get past the incomprehensible object and reach the person standing behind it.
Would she believe in what I say? I have hope for I know that I’m telling the veracity. Thus, I still have hope by my side…my lucky charm that would some day embrace her and make her believe that this was the truth and not that…
We mortals have always been seeing the thorn than the rose. Name it stupidity, ignorance, knowledge or intellect, it seems so very absurd. Scores of people acknowledge and proud their perspective…their stands, and that is when they loose their happiness. After all, happiness is in the journey and not in the end waiting for a person to come to it and swallow it like a pill and be happy forever…or is it? I fail to know, but despite it, my instincts assume and believe the former, for that is what I’ve always believed. Thus, I’ve always cherished and enjoyed my journey ‘spite the consequences. After all, life itself is a journey.
If it were to be latter, I say that the happiest person would be a lifeless person or a person meeting their end. After all, their journey’s come to an end, and in front of them, happiness awaits them…waiting to be swallowed. But I ask, if it is the latter, when a person comes near to his end, why isn’t he happy? After all, he wanted happiness, but why does he now want to hold back the time and trace his steps back to the journey, yet again? I answer the probe because I know; happiness lies in the journey, and not in the end…
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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