Pratik Rimal

"The charm of mortal life, since her arrival has been joy, thoughts and longing of togetherness...a wish to be always behind her and protect her...maybe life after all gives us a second chance. And with your arrival, I now indeed believe that it sincerely does for our heavenly father cannot be heartless, as he instilled us with hearts of love, trust, faith, compassion and joy! .....

......Time tickles in joy and passes with a melancholic song. The hollow cry of penetrable sounds from the wild beasts underneath the moonlight alerts me of your hopeful
presence...and I am waiting..."

(extracted from: Stars Fall Down)



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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

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Trust…Hope…Truth …let not it be hindered by anything

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…

Friday, August 15, 2008

Life and Desires... a limitation set by...?

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…?

Friday, August 1, 2008

Springs of Autumn...the mark of disillusionment?

The sounds of spring that blossomed so erotically on autumn now has been starting to fall apart…wither by the cold winter that sends a chill down my spine. Should I disdain the thoughts…disown it as if it never came and look for a new life…world again? I do not know what I should do next because a thought of the myriad girl pops up to my heart making me reluctant and confused every time I think of ‘new.’ The haunting thoughts makes my nights and days as endless and prolonged to eternity although a day has a short life of just twenty four hours…twelve hours of day and the same of night.

An existence so real yet tries to disillusion me by making itself seem as an unreal existence. Could my words be so strong to draw it towards to me?...and if not, what would the alternative be?

I search for ways as the emotions that runs deep and wild within my heart can never be expressed by immortal words but only by mortal heart that pounds and longs for its presence when we depart; and even when we meet.

The lingering sounds of tranquility has been replaced by the thoughts and notes of confusion. To it, the spring of autumn has been refrained by the unexpected winter to which the spring could not stand…last long enough although its feet were strong from base.

The wonderful days of my joy still exists and will continue to last despite the turbulent times we face and will continue to face. That is life I say…cherish the good moments and learn from bad. After all, life is all about learning, isn’t it?

That is why life is a flow…change, but can’t it be stagnant at times? Like the pond…not the streams that touches the rivers from heights?...that touches the silent water below with massive strength as it tries to hold back everything cherished…trying not to fall down from the source…trying not to forget everything? I wonder why we can’t.

After all, not everything is the changing and flowing river…is it? Some are stagnant like the pond…aren’t they? If it is, I ask, why do people change and always compare themselves with the river? Why not with the still pond at times?

If I could…and I am a soft and pure pond that gives life to others and yet remains the same till I exist…

I continue to echo my existence in my surrounding while others experience and live in me, and pass away with time.

Who is guilty? I now wonder. Is it me? Is it those who forget me after they pass away or the time that has made me to eternity by the words I write…by the words you read…by the words that are made to exist forever; yet again by time…