An abstruse feeling has been causing restlessness within me I wonder to relate and yet stay puzzled by the waves of emotions that drowns me in depth…never allowing to swim across.
Fate or destiny? I wonder the tempest. Was it my destiny to drown or was it my fate that made me drown? In sheer confusion, I ask to myself, was it a matter of chance in destiny? or was it a second change of fate that was entitled upon me? The answers could vary and I wouldn’t stick with one because of the damage it could inflict on my existence. The answer of my query, unlike the tossing of a coin stands still, with equal possibilities that enables me to identify myself in a crowd.
The thought of being in her arms in the scorching heat of the sun calms me down. The thought of her presence in the serene nights of loneliness without light warms me from within. The longing of her presence, wherever I go…never departing me like my shadow until one fine morning…is what I think of.
The ethnocentric feeling of her existence has made me life individualistic. The impulse of the thought, “I am the world and the world is me” seems profound with her arrival. My feelings are one side of the coin, but what about the other? The side of reality that we both live in? I cannot abide to the bitter realism. I long to escape it…detaching myself from the world and rising to the unity of the super conscious; the very unity where reality doesn’t bite.
The final scene of Mahabharat strikes my mind and I easily feel I can relate to it. However, unlike the dog that Arjuna wishes to take to the heaven, it is her that I wish to take away in the sound realms of bliss.
The conflict between my ego and id takes shape. With the decisive factor now in tension, I let my conscience be my guide. With my conscience and morality in play, the confusion ends and I stand affirm to what I wish; the thing that I most probably cannot have, but what I wish to have…what I could still have.
Yet, last question pounds again. Are we both the destiny of the other? Would the societal constructs debar our accord? They say, let destiny choose its doom. But cannot we choose our own destiny? After all, we never find our destiny until we are in the middle of the path; the path that someday will cross and walk along…
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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ReplyDeleteBut cannot we choose our own destiny? After all, we never find our destiny until we are in the middle of the path; the path that someday will cross and walk along…
ReplyDeleteyeah, destiny...:(
thank you anonymous... :-)
ReplyDeleteDamsel... :-) yes you can...after all, you never know until you're on the way...
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