One fine night, without having fear
Of the infinite or the fear of death,
I woke up in a land with bewildered looks.
As I got used to this new land,
Allusive and enchanting, like a rose,
A smile bloomed on my lips.
Having an insatiable thirst to know
About the new land, I strolled around
In light steps as if propelled by wings.
Clear water flowed in rivers
Whose beds were not made of litter.
The circling gulls flew in glee
Enjoying the free and fresh air
Which knew not a tint of pollution.
As I moved ahead, I saw men, women
And children walking in a garden
Plucking apples, pears, grapes and mangoes.
What struck me more was not the size of the fruits
But the beautiful nakedness of the fruit pickers.
It seemed so natural, so elegant, so sensuous.
Men and women moved around with
Such comfort, such ease, such grace,
All so inspirational, so emotional, so classy.
There was not a line of worry on their faces.
Their smiles came from their hearts.
They showed such care and concern for others.
Nothing seemed to be ‘mine’ or ‘yours’,
Everything was ‘ours’.
There was no worry of the past or future
For they were beautifully focused on the present.
I so much wanted to meet them
And like chocolate, melt in their oneness.
I was so afraid to be naked like them
And hid behind a bush, yet, the pull
Was so irresistible and as I went near them,
My clothes, on their own fell one by one.
What a hearty welcome! The kisses rained.
The good wishes poured and the touches
Were like flashes of lightning
Illuminating my body.
I forgot the past, I felt so light, so happy
Without the weight of garments or ornaments.
We were talking, laughing, teasing each other
While the ants moved the boulders of sugar
So sweetly, so effortlessly and
The bees hovered around lovely flowers.
There were singles and couples, all swimming
In the pure waters of love, so buoyant.
Very often, a woman would leave her partner
And hold tightly the arms of another man
And a man would press gently the teats
Of the big breasts of another woman
Without bringing love and faith to disgrace.
All this freedom, this playfulness, this gaiety,
Made me fly like a kite
When two strong arms drew me close
To a young man in whose eyes
Love was written in capital letters.