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Comfortable Jeep, Enfield so royal
Leather-fur coats and jackets.
Seeing far-off, difficult to reach places,
Mountains have never been so cordial.
“How beautiful! Trees boreal!
The waters are sparkling clear!
Colours green and blue.
I’ve never felt so surreal!”
Sunrise is celestial, sunsets are classic,
All colours feel real.
New perceptions arising due to
a break from the habitual.

Nothing great comes easy,
not even a sunrise.
If this is heavenly,
then there’s a higher surprise.
Ethereal sunrises aren’t typical,
Demanding harrowing walks on tough terrains.
Many departures, few arrivals.
An extant ongoing revival.
No matter how high one goes
There is always a higher point.
Even Everest has its end,
Is there a higher end, anoint?

Some views are visible only from the top,
some from the deepest depths.
Demanding the toughest climbs,
and swims to the deeper depths.

Plain speculation and imagination
are amusement for the sake of it.
Sitting incessantly on stable grounds
will someday create a despair filled pit.
Top is not a success, low is not a failure,
These are societal terms.
Pursuing thrill is nothing but
a lack of immersion that leads to burns.
Unearthing higher highs and deeper depths
is nothing close to thrilling.
No accumulation of pride,
no rushes of adrenaline.

Best views are experienced only from extremes
Ridiculing or scathing them is futile
Staying on plains and drinking your tea
ensures that sunrises become cloudy.