All the way from India to United States of America.. From the streets of busy Bengaluru to the lonely Indiana, from the slow moving congested roads to the super fast broad 4 lane highways.. It was like a dream come true.! There was something more than a dream which I never thought off, It was to see the reality.. The heaven, eternity, purity, truth, life and love.. I saw all of these at once, I Experienced, I realized, I just bowed..
Yellow's on and blue's on, walking towards the dawn
To get ourselves showered with purity which had gone
Maid of mist was a way to resist
Cave of wind was hard to believe to exist
It boiled to cascade and roiled the cannonade
It crashed the flume and splashed the spume
Getting drenched and gliding our way
Rushing and gushing to leap the ray
It outpoured and way overflowed
It roared and magically under towed
It was a stream of beauty and swirl of love
It steamed out of anger as the whirl of pseudo shove
I experienced a mixture of all the emotions- Joy, Trust, Fear, Surprise, Sadness, Disgust, Anger, Anticipation & Love.
After which I felt, Life is like a waterfall. It keeps flowing, moving and blazing ahead.. No matter what! But then, it gets clogged during the bad days - 'water' during the winters and 'life' when in misery. It struggles the way out to melt and find its unfound way, and we do everything possible to find the sunshine of hope for which we continuously pray..
But then, it has purity within, to which we are nothin, nothin and nothin:):)
I bow down 'NIAGARA'
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