my note to the rebound

Flashes of the journey fade in the blurring speed
as the wheels screeched onto foreign grounds;
a new smell tugged at the senses-
of the salty waters and freshly washed earth....
so different from the thick chilly fogs and the suffocating taste of tears
different from the confused shallow streams.
The blissful greens and the temporal sea
the selfless rains and the fresh cool gale
pump blood back into a lifeless heart;
and it soars in blissful ignorance when a new sun shines-
breaking through the misery and the infinite gloom
to make flowers blossom and songs flourish.
So, i rebound to the waters running away from my feet,
to the narrow lanes winding upto a wondrous place unknown,
to the majestic cascades through a bus window,
to the loud beats private to the ears
to the rocks on the shores inspiring my words,
to escape the looming shadows of the past
the blood and the pain coursing through the soul;
I run away from the hapless chains of compromise
to search for life in the dense free wilderness...
to drink in all the liberty
to shine forth when the sun smiles on me everytime..
to hold its hands and walk by the coast
and watch the dimming horizons and the giggling stars.
And then when a tiny boat afar struggles for its existence
I rebound to the new found soils; my new home
my magical potion of amnesia
and fly freely, wildly where the heart wants..
my rebound is that sanctuary, my strait jacket
where I can hide my face and drown in silence.
But, somehow, the footsteps would be washed away
Some day, looking back, I'll still be awed by the crashing tides and the glimmering mirages
and then, it will be time to move on..
to migrate to some predestined chapter
but, you, splashed across my mind's canvas,
the brush strokes that hid my disillusions
and helped me escape the plague... will be a sacred retreat
my pillar, my sanctuary
where the salty waters and the damp earth would always bring me back to life.