In search of a new paradigm,

He chose solitude in abundance

To sail solo in the joyful waters of the Atlantic,

The ocean of passionate dreams and desires.

 

He has a maddening ability to suppress

The worries of this messy earth

And can face even the dingdong of doom

With a nonchalant smile on his lovely lips

And the sureness of his sweet soul.

 

He loves the iodine scent

Of the infinite sea,

The sights and sounds offered

By the  rich wilderness of the waves

And while the first rays of the sun

Filters through his sails,

He digs in the treasure trove of memories,

Privileging some rather than the others,

A world-within-a-world.

 

He thinks of his impalpable dreams

Buried in the ashes of his fireplace,

The multi-colored butterflies,

The women in his life,

The palm-shaded wells,

His songs, an impassioned cri-de-coeur

And his writings, a catharsis of his emotions.

 

In the misty morning,when he gazes

At the immensity of the ocean,

The dolphins dancing upright on their tails,

Offering the joys of comfort

In this lonely voyage,

A discovery of the self,

He feels the way Moses had felt

In his solitude by his flock

On the starlit Arabian waste.

 

He expands, heart becoming larger and larger,

Feels the pangs of pain,

Every cell of his body becomes divine

And he realizes he is complete.

He weeps, he laughs,

Weeps again and again

And laughs again and again.

He stiffens his sails

And sets for

An unknown destination.

 

PramilaKhadun