Bird breaking bars

The sea waves splashed right on the shore causing a tremor inside her every pore and she thrilled in the ecstasy of the moment. She knew, the waves were new. Surely, it was a new day, with a new companion. And yet, that surfy smell – it had that nostalgic aroma of past. She could sense it – the same familiar touch, those sensations, those tickling waves. Could it have been some wine effect or was it all merely a product of her imagination? The overall impact of the moment was surely erotic and she was slowly liking it.

The fading moon in the realm of darkness, that dusky breeze and those frequent splashes of chilled sea – all upsurging to join her in the trance of her hollowed spirit and passionate senses. As she relaxed upon those shimmering sand–dunes, she was suddenly transcended to yet another fanciful intensity from years that were far behind.

Wasn’t it only yesterday when he was present right there beside her, hand in hand, running amidst those shore waves. They had played with sand – making each other sea mermaids out of lumps of the same sand. The sea shore had turned strangely gothic and hallucinatory without him.

She was on her own, walking peacefully out of htose thrashing boiling of the sea, but inside her spirit was some upsurging too. How else were such time travels possible otherwise. Maybe, time was indeed a physical dimension – to be able to mess it up so badly. Only that the remote was not in her own hands.

The strangest aspects of her present situation were her varied mood-swings and her reactions upon her own interpretations. At times life seemed perfect – with no botherations, nothing to push her down. But, there was no support as well. It seemed like a gravity-free zone of emotions with nothing but the weight of her own head’s doings. She missed that companion at times. She felt so free at other times. Was freedom – her only way or aim of life? Was she free before or was she free now?

Life surely was one complete puzzle for her complicated observations and yet, it all seemed so simple at times. She often observed those boundations to be truly her own and nobody else’s .it was her acceptance or receptance that was responsible for the course of her life.

Had she not broken so many bars of her life? Had she not travelled way too far from her origin point? Only that, it all seemed like a spherical figure where no matter from where she started, she landed at the same cross way. But, what was her destination anyway? Had she fixed her end or was it still a mystery for her? She had to know it and she knew it all.

But now was not the moment. For now, she had to give herself a break. After all, breaking yet another cage was a battle won. Only that, this cage had too many emotions indulged. She had actually convinced herself to like that cage. If only she had no free spirit of hers. If only she had been selfless enough to compromise her entity for the sake of her self-desired cage.

But, no. Bars – to her , were simply unacceptable. She was a free bird meant to touch that sky and she knew that. But, how come she had accepted her new cage – with yet another set of immensity of emotions.but, this was not new. It was the cage where self had got its existence, where she had taken her first breath. Only that she had no wish or guts to fly from there.

But, the day she realized her existence, things changed drastically. She was no more of the shape to be fitted inside her old mold. Each of her varied flights had enhanced her spirit and had expanded her self. That wild chiseling gave her immense powers, only that she was handicapped to get back to her old diva.

The root  cage allured her this time, showing her enough dimensions to give space to her new self. If only she knew the politics behind it. but there was no politics in it. it was rather innocent politics of love that was inescapable as it emerged out of her own roots. It effected her life nerve and any distortions in between hampered her own growth.

She liked her cage as it was free of those external dark forces. And yet, she was wild and her spirit craved for freedom. It was one addictive and powerful feeling - to be free, but, it had its own responsibilities – the responsibilities of self.

Now that she was free and walking in that solitary night on a cold sea shore. She had still bounded herself with burdens of  emotions. But she was not the one to be kept caged for long.so out she swam from the pool of those intensities and grasped for breath.

There she inhaled a long free sea – breeze and faced that golden moon at the horizon. Shimmering moonlight tinkled upon just-born face and she smiled. She was cleansed suddenly of all her chaotic emotions and there in the calm sea – she dived slowly into the ecstasy of the night. She had undergone a rebirth and her every pore was gleaming in the cosmic moonlight. She was at peace and she knew it.

Mystical Wanderer