How wonderfully enticing those words seem –
‘ bon voyage’ and yet there is a strange glitch of farewell involved. More you
feel like getting out of those clutching roots, more they pull you with all
their love and horrorful intensities. You look behind at the shore where you
are comfortably given space and yet you feel out of place – far off from time.
You try to get immersed inside sand, to not
see the sea and avoid all your desires, only that, every passing breeze from
the ocean – unlayers that crookedly wrapped sheets of sand and fill your
noistrills with that familiar fragrance of surfy sea with all its salty
adventures aand explorations.
You clench your noise and shut your ears. Your
lungs gasp for just a tiny flair of that sea – sensation. Round and round you
sing the same songs – of past glory to bring some satisfaction. More you try to
fit in, more it begets dissatisfaction.
Not that the comfort on shore is unwanted
or the love disrespected. But that craving and meaning of one’s own entity
seems lost. Emotions get disbalanced and you get struck at the boundary of
senselessness and sensations.
You promise yourself secretly of future
endeveurs and try to gel with the present.
but you can’t digest the strange so called ‘common’ expectations and
requirements of you turning to normal. You suddenly become a stranger in your
own land with people outcasting you for your dreams and passions. You crave to
be in your raw self – outstripped of all masks – those social botherations. You
seek your solitariness and those distinctive notions.
The most significant benefit of living with
numerous cultures is ‘acceptance’ i guess. You accept it to be different and
respect it for that distinctiveness and vice – verse. None tries to change the
other. none expects, none bounds. But a free relationship of mutual exploration
and wisdom beyond the rigidity of facts and figures – is attained.
Alas! All but your own people understand
this. They’ll accept everything but you wandering and then they blackmail you
to end their own existence all together – if you even try to attain all shades
of nature and culture. They just can’t accept your multi – dimensionality and
force you to remain in your stereo-typical single shade that has defined them
all through ancestral ages.
You understand and respect that shade and
their decision. If not kept intact and under certain dimentions what would
distinguish each land from other, what would become their definition? Only that,
you also see that rainbow inside your soul and spirit. Its just impossible for
you to cut off your other shades and become single dimensioned again. That shade
is your sub –set not all and the other shades to them – seem an intervention.
You see each passing ship and discuss your
various longings. None seems bold enough to become your belonging. You crave to
be strong enough – to be on your own. free to explore and learn – every parchment
, every stone.
And yet, that glitch of your roots which
hold your life line, which compels you to stop and follow their guideline. You continue to stare the endless sea, those
millions of stars, with a strange realization – of having a promiscuous Wander-Heart.
And there, at the brink of the periphery,
appears a lonely ship – abandoned by its owners, with dents of time’s whips. Maybe
this is meant for you – your personal fairy. Just like you – through storms it
has survived – it can’t be a simple story. So you wait for it to glide towards
you in the evening sky. with a promise to visit again – you tell your roots –another
goodbye. And deep in your heart ponders only rhyme – Bon a Voyage my girl, this
is your time.
- mystical wanderer