Bon a Voyage

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