Print Edition - 2018-10-31  |  The Collegian


- Rupak Dhakal

Oct 31, 2018-

It’s just the breath, 

In and out.

The sounds of a clock,

The presence of heartbeats,

The heaviness of thoughts,

The floating emotions,

The peaceful mind,

The distant stars,

The drizzle down,

The symphony of winds,

The tipsy-ness in the spine.

It’s so light here.

Just the basics of these things

and I wonder

how each of these things,

multiplies in themselves,

All at once,

Blending each other,



One after another,

Yet so perfect

Creating life.


But here I sit,

Contemplating things,

The tiniest of things.

Contemplating a second,

May be a minute,

Or a day

Or a month

Or years

Or life.

Frequencies as I know of the self, 

Limits myself into the self.

Things are vague,

With varying frequencies,

With varying possibilities.

Yet I am a perfect fool,


Why am I a fool?


Dhakal is a MBBS student at BP Koirala Institute of Health Sciences, Dharan. 

Published: 31-10-2018 08:54

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