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

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Blind …a question of faith and perception

Last night, on my way home, seeing two blind accompanies made me think twice of the world we perceive. It also kept my confused faith on someone I know not…someone who is to guide a way for sometime.

The existence of world has always been viewed by those who see. Consequently, it has been explained and interpreted by them and only them. No wonder, long time ago, Bard said, “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.” However, I now query, does that “beauty” lie in the eyes of the beholder when they fail to see? And when they fail to see despite their strong impulse to look the colors of the world, the shades and the sun for once in their lifetime?

We, the visually gifted ones can differentiate the visuals and give in judgments. With our eyes open, we can know who to rely on and whom to avoid. However, those blind-men and women cannot. They can only give judgments based on the sounds which could be a mere act of generosity, when in fact, it could be an act of shrewdness!

Try to close your eyes for an hour as you do your activity and look how quickly you open them even when you stumble a bit. Now with this experience, assimilate with the blind who have never opened their eyes since time we cannot imagine. Those blind, who could have enjoyed nature do not know what nature is like…the spring, the autumn, wild beasts that rules the forests, the soothing sound of the river…

Indeed, I have no experience of really being blind. However, I have virtually imagined their pain by acting as one, if not for an hour or day, at least for few minutes. There, I have stumbled and fell…and one stumble triggered a fear of a wound next time. So I opened my eyes, never closing it again.
And when I had tried to correlate the experience, I could not keep my faith in someone because I feared their judgment!

However, the blind constantly put their faith on someone who come for their help. And when someone helps, they probably do nothing but pray that the aid means no malice and is there just to help!

Bard, you went wrong to your statement. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder…what about those who fail to see? What is their beauty? Is it blindness? Or is it continuing to keep faith on someone she or he doesn’t know?
No wonder, the world is created by only those who can see!

2 comments:

  1. the "beauty" in the people who cannot see lies in their imagination...

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  2. yeah. guess so. i hope its so aswell.

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