Is there another life? Would I wake up again and find this all a dream? Will the somber sleep in the chaotic day be an illusion that I own? Will I wake up again to re-live my life, and with it, express my words and feel the emotions; a bliss to cope human misery? Would I hold her hands never letting it go? for I still remember the promise I made by holding those hands tenderly, but firmly, “Beloved, I won’t let you go, never”, and then had given her a warm embrace. Indeed, I long not to let her go but I’ve now come to know that life isn’t the way we want; but rather the way it wants.
Our life, thence is a brief sojourn of both joy and pain, of reverences and good deeds, or rational thoughts and illogical perspectives, of guilt and confessions; but fore-mostly, of life and death. We all consequently have to let go of the person who means dear to us. One just didn’t say without some reason that “promises are meant to be broken”, but I’d rather say, they are “made” to be broken by the two faces of human existence; life and death.
Had I not promised her that I wouldn’t leave you…that I will love you to eternity despite my short lived life? and now I reclaim, haven’t I broken the promise I made which I had once professed with utter truth and meaningfully? Or have I been “made” to breach my promise by my brief stay in this world? I take a second thought to reach a conclusion. I conclude, maybe we retreat our words at times, but it is life that makes us abandon it, at most. I never want to, nor do I intend to leave her with no one to guide her after my fall…The world is full of people, but there is neither affection nor warmth amongst them to console her after my demise. Who would be with her to crack jokes? To give her all the warmth and love she needs after my fall? To guide her the way? To be with her, just with her?
“Even if I die,” which we are bound to, “I’ll look down upon to you and see you with a smile,” I had not failed to say. But now I doubt my words. What is after life, I fail to know…and I guess no one knows. After my somber sleep to the eternal night, my human emotions will depart. The soul is supposed to live forever, but it lacks human emotions. So, will I really be able to see her…watch her every steps? I do not know.
All I wish is to revive my life. If only my wish were to be granted! But life isn’t the way we want; but rather the way it wants…
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
No comments:
Post a Comment