The humble features of a tiger should never be taken for granted. The nature’s meticulous craft of this stunning beauty is what lures people towards it. Covered in stripes and filled with its silent, gracious and tender moves, who would believe or acknowledge its might; strength and ferocious rage which sparkles in its eyes that we fail to notice?
But then it strikes! Yes; and it strikes with its mighty power! ROAR! Hear its rage and its strength! Sharp canines then tears apart the flesh and eats like a hungry beast. Who would have thought nature’s beauty would strike with huge force? Upon whose memory would have it stroke that the beauty would turn into a ferocious beast of mighty power hidden underneath its tender paws and mouth?
Now it occurs, underneath a beauty hides a beast that is patiently waiting to strike when the right time comes. Mesmerized by the beauty, the beast within easily surpasses the beholder’s eyes which sparkles brilliantly upon its gracious presence resembling a fairy!
The wait is over! Patience after all paid off. Then the fairy strikes. the fairy upon which we had looked with amusement changes its presumptuous existence turns to demon. Only then do we realize that what had amused us before had stroke without knowing that it had injected a slow poison stiffening our thoughts! Only then do we acknowledge that our eyes lie and everything we see and appreciate are overwhelming disillusions which we fail to realize until now!
Uproars of havoc is thus heard. Chaos starts. Screams of betrayal, agony and cries of help is heard. But alas! Help never comes. Prayers are never heard. The countless doors knocked for shelter never opens. Heaven turns into hell. The earth turns topsy-turvy.
And now that the cries have ended with every person’s last breath, the fairy then steps on the earth with her gracious presence, mesmerizing charm. She then pities human eyes of disillusion that for the last time stare not to her but to the far horizon of heavenly shelter that never sheltered its creations…
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
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Childhood Reminiscence
How cherished are the never coming childhood days as one starts to re-live those moments once again deep down their hearts with farewell-ed innocence that is revived for the time being! And when we re-live those moments of childish behavior, deeds and acts, we hearty laugh out loud now. Who could dare intrude our reminiscence while we wipe the merry tears that continues to fall from our eyes whilst we continue to laugh to the fullest!
Questions of WHEN, WHAT, HOW, and WHY upon which we had earlier laughed suddenly changes into intellect. Then we start to define and limit those precious moments with logics and mature answers carved by our education. Education ends our innocence. Consequently, as we start to answer the aforesaid queries, our revived innocence deserts us. We are thus only left with reasons, arguments, questions and rhetoric. Our hilarity vanishes into thin air resembling a dream…an illusion.
When was the last time you laughed to the fullest without having to reasons to back it? Try as hard as you may to pretend that you laugh to the fullest every time you laugh, I scorn at stupidity. The only thing knowledge has done is aiding in creating pretences. These pretences are spoken by a fool and heard by the same. In its pursuit, mankind has lost something valuable…something we had not noticed until now; innocence. Thus I claim, we all are fools because emotions and moments of innocence we try to re-live can never be explained by reasons and arguments. It is a feeling deeper than anything.
When something over exceeds any limit, it becomes intolerable to bear. This is the break-even point where we ere to retreat the burdens and long to be who we once were…where everything was looked by eyes, words of innocence and amusement. This is when we long to be a child once again forever and live a life that colossally blossoms with the never ending fragrance of innocence.
Knowledge is power and important. I agree with it. However, in its pursuit, we’ve lost innocence. Likewise, we the mankind have lost the essence of emotions that were to be felt from the heart; not thought, defined, argued and limited by a defunct brain of logistic or mechanical approach.
Questions of WHEN, WHAT, HOW, and WHY upon which we had earlier laughed suddenly changes into intellect. Then we start to define and limit those precious moments with logics and mature answers carved by our education. Education ends our innocence. Consequently, as we start to answer the aforesaid queries, our revived innocence deserts us. We are thus only left with reasons, arguments, questions and rhetoric. Our hilarity vanishes into thin air resembling a dream…an illusion.
When was the last time you laughed to the fullest without having to reasons to back it? Try as hard as you may to pretend that you laugh to the fullest every time you laugh, I scorn at stupidity. The only thing knowledge has done is aiding in creating pretences. These pretences are spoken by a fool and heard by the same. In its pursuit, mankind has lost something valuable…something we had not noticed until now; innocence. Thus I claim, we all are fools because emotions and moments of innocence we try to re-live can never be explained by reasons and arguments. It is a feeling deeper than anything.
When something over exceeds any limit, it becomes intolerable to bear. This is the break-even point where we ere to retreat the burdens and long to be who we once were…where everything was looked by eyes, words of innocence and amusement. This is when we long to be a child once again forever and live a life that colossally blossoms with the never ending fragrance of innocence.
Knowledge is power and important. I agree with it. However, in its pursuit, we’ve lost innocence. Likewise, we the mankind have lost the essence of emotions that were to be felt from the heart; not thought, defined, argued and limited by a defunct brain of logistic or mechanical approach.
Lamented Ode to Childhood
“Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness,
Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god.
An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,
Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,
But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…
My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.
Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! What misery.
But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind…grave deeds and the same intentions,
What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,
Vast winds and cool breeze blows!”
“Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness,
Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god.
An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,
Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,
But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…
My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.
Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! What misery.
But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind…grave deeds and the same intentions,
What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,
Vast winds and cool breeze blows!”
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