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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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, April 11, 2009

Life ...smoked by the immortal God

“The disappearing smoke of a cigarette,
Ashes of a human life,
Smoked by the immortal god,
Who creates does destroy,
What is for eternity, stays for long!”

The disappearing smoke of a cigarettelife is a thread of fate. “One and only life” is what we perceive it to be. It is a sleep and a forgetting…or forgetting of a sleep…awakening from a slumber nap to a sleep of eternity where wholeness is never thought of.

…ashes of a human life…indeed, as we smoke a cigarette, what remains are the ashes on the ground which later is wiped out of its existence by external forces. Although we wish to prove its former existence, we consequently fail because the fragments of cigarette can never be joined again; although new ones can be made from new material. The only way of showing its former existence is by those ashes which lies on the ground but is soon to fade away. Like it, the existential identity of human life has never been answered satisfactorily. A flux of opinion always sways between philosophers. Although some explanations of existence is persuading and seem more real than other, explanations relating “once upon a time” existence of human life is not. The only thing to console us remains in the fact that “once upon a time, s/he lived”. Because the proof of their existence has been swept away like that of the cigarette, they seem like an illusion. The ashes of our body for sometime remains, but with time, will fade accordingly.

…smoked by the immortal god/Who creates does destroy…whenever questions of existence or queries of which we cannot answer comes, we surrender everything to God saying he created this. It is an easy way of escaping by the help of sophistical philosophy (for the simple fact that it cannot be challenged). Indeed. The one who creates does destroy. Consequently, the god who gave us life in turn does take it away from us. In the beginning, we are like a newly brought cigarette of different brands and taste (as one individual is different from the other), which god starts to smoke. Accordingly, our life shortens. Our impression lasts on the pace He is smoking and blowing out the smoke. As a result, some live longer while some fall prey to untimely demise. In the end, nothing remains of our former existence and glory save the ashes to show that we once lived. We become another name in the history.

...what is for eternity stays long! ...and yes! What is for eternity will always stay. “The eternally good…the first cause”, like Plato said always remains. Then, what is eternal in human life; one may ask. With reference to my previous article, I once again say that it is the soul. “…god did create something that is as immortal as him. He created something that has undoubtedly withstood time…traveled the world by drifting in the air to re-live once again; giving life to another mortal body. He created the “Soul!” A soul that is as immortal as him” (from: Quest…what did God create?)
Soul is the very thing that god cannot smoke as it resembles thin air. Like the smoke of a cigarette that disappears in the air every time we smoke; our soul is no different.
Every time god shortens our life, our soul escapes little by little and disappears in the environment. Consequently, although He smokes our body in mere pleasure, He fails to smoke our soul.

Then, the soul which is eternal stays for long…
It is like the air that we breathe and yet cannot see or taste. We accept its shapelessness and do not bother it. Likewise, god too doesn’t bother our soul.
Therefore, what is for eternity, stays forever.

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