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A Great Riddle

Updated on June 25, 2017
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A Great Riddle

Do babies understand the self ? they remain aloof.

Perils of the world and fears,out of range of their sight.

Our smiles make them laugh,their minds chase sounds,

They cry but know no tears,and far from all turmoil.


The world finds our psyche,and intrudes into each pore,

Words infiltrate into the mind,boyhood wakes up senses.

A wonderful feeling dawns,sense of the Self takes over,

Thoughts ambush hard and a veil cloaks our eyes whole.


The self is our shadow,though we forget her often,

Her charms make us mad,we follow her till the end.

Caught in a curious web,entangle more we try to run away,

Much wealth put together,we understand not this music ?


To believe blind is horrific, to discard away more awful,

One who knows keeps silent, ignorance appears as a blessing !

To see with free mind is bliss,to move on a real courage,

Loftier to put at rest the question,what in fact is the Self ?


A strong grip of consciousness

Is consciousness a boon or bane of our life ?

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      Harish Mamgain 3 years ago from India

      So kind of you to have stopped by and commented on this hub so elaborately and beautifully. Alexander, a stray thought arose in my mind -when did we actually get firm in our mind to differentiate between our arrival and departure. I thought that somewhere at some point of our boyhood, we might have picked up this epiphany. And, with that we progressed toward a great meander. Though we deem our innocence as all bliss as a child and our gaining of consciousness a bizarre phenomenon that corrupts ( or refines ? ) our mind , this whole journey of life is a great quiz. This quest of finding a solution is akin to lose all craving for food when stomach is full. Our craving for real knowledge is like hunger that we try so hard to satiate in one way or the other but our mind remains hungry despite much accumulation. Like stomach, when our mind will feel satisfied and satiated , maybe we would find ourselves bereft of all this annoying hunger ! Until it happens, we should move on with this bag and baggage and you are right we can't change it. Thanks a lot for appreciating this poem and offering such kind and elaborate comments. All peace !

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 3 years ago from Lagos

      consciousness? well, sometimes I have been lost in thought about life and what lies after...

      I have found the answers to some but a few still remain unanswered; my hope is on that which is eternal but before that, i must play my part here on earth. Many are the ones who look for answers to questions, few have found while many others still beg to be feed with answers.

      your poem is very thought-provoking and to think that when we are born as babies we come to a world knowing nothing but we have feelings of a pure mind which undergoes many horrible processes as the clock of time ticks is quite horrible.

      I wish those days of alienation from this monstrous earth would last into adulthood - but it can't!

      the fact is, the consciousness we realize is a wayward one that leaves us at the mercy of bad. we go from an innocent mind to grow into a world of so much evil and hatred! but it is our curse; we can't change it.

      very interesting poem indeed, harisprasad.

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      Harish Mamgain 3 years ago from India

      What a wonderful and great comment ! Dana, we all think like you in the same way as you have mentioned in your comments. The moment we pick up this consciousness of self, we keep wondering at it throughout our life. You have commented so truly, I admire your insight and wisdom. My friend, you are so thoughtful and know that what is perishable will perish anyway but the imperishable is waiting for us and maybe is staring at us. It is up to us to see, listen and talk to this imperishable that we give so many names. Thanks a lot for reading this poem and appreciating it.

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      Dana Tate 3 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      Harishprasad, I appreciated this poem so. I voted # 3 because I feel when I was younger I used to stare at my fingers and toes and just creation in general and be amazed at the wonder of it all and then as I grew older I became more aware as I realized all this beauty will wilt away someday even us it made me wonder often what is the use of it all.

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      Harish Mamgain 3 years ago from India

      When I ponder this phenomenon of consciousness, I'm amazed that it never undergoes any changes like we age. It is the same feeling ever ! Eiddwen, I'm glad you liked this poem. Thanks for reading and commenting so nicely.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Another great poem which leaves much food for thought. Loved it and vote up.

      Eddy.