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Salvation

Before the days of customary depression,
Joys of nature blossomed secretly like
A garden which was gifted with hard-work.

Credits be to the cycle of existence, all
The passions of youth merges finely into
The senseless devotion of adulthood!

We search for keys to happiness more
On the outside than the inside, as we step
Into an illusion of inflicted feelings.

Boarding a vehicle that guides you
And leaves no option for choice
Makes me think who is making the travel?

Is the path left to us? Or are we followers?
Why do we prefer a visit to the zoo,
More than a survival at the deepest forests?

Answers that float like an unguided missile
May breach any of our insane limits.

Between the momentary thoughts that pour,
A glance at the unleashed power of nature,
Left me in a state of chronic awe.

Notes  
A poetic rendering of thoughts that sprang on into my mind during my visit to Jog Falls, Karnataka yesterday. Standing underneath the falls and looking straight up, you see yourself and your life as a miniscule part of something that is too extraordinary to be explained.

Jog Falls, Karnataka

Comments

  1. Vandana Sharma9 September 2013 at 21:10

    There are so deep thoughts in this poem and very true that we humans are just a tiny part of this big universe and we try to control nature and things.

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  2. Madeleine Begun Kane10 September 2013 at 01:13

    Very intense and well done!

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  3. Mary10 September 2013 at 04:00

    Really enjoyed your deep thoughts here. I definitely can imagine how being in the presence of these falls would inspire a person!

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  4. Lisa A. Williams10 September 2013 at 04:25

    Extraordinary!

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  5. Brian Miller10 September 2013 at 05:49

    are we followers?
    Why do we prefer a visit to the zoo,
    More than a survival at the deepest forests?

    great run there...we like life tamed down and in cages better than running wild...and there is a sadness in that for me...

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  6. Anand S Unni12 September 2013 at 20:42

    Thanks you all for taking the time to drop your views. Love you all. :)

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