Paper Boats

His thoughts began to find liking for their nakedness when he freed himself from the approval addiction
realizing they don't need waters to set those paper boats to sail
boats filled with the words, words free from luxury wrapping...

All that was needed was to imagine the seas with high tides
Behind those eyes shut from all the obscurity
Sit right before the waves as they race towards the shore
And let go of the boats as the waves recede with humbleness

As he let go of the boats filled with poems into the blues
Watching them drift and disappear one by one
Wondering where they are about to sail to,
Magnificent large waters all around, What roar it makes...
With all its might asundering the calmness from outside
But conceiving a poem of peace verse by verse

For them it was a big wave but for him
It was a carrier of his paper boats...
Let me be reborn he thought... be not strangled by Love or Hatred
But be surrounded by freedom and poetry
Be not told to make a boat of steel and filled with luxury!

Looking into the oceans as they carried his boats
The poems he fell in love with... the poems he sought after during pain
As they sailed into the heart of the waves
By the shores he composed the final poem
As the Sun started to disappear into the womb of the blues
And the skies turning dark as the verses were composed!

The boats sailed into the the unknown...
Who will ever know where they went
What they carried... What they meant.
With the final sight of the boats, the final verse was composed...
Waves raging... Sky covered in the scattered stars
With occasional songs by the night winds
He lay there... to be carried away... to be with his Poems!

All that was needed was to close the eyes and imagine waters
The boats set sail by themselves...
I wonder what his final poem sounded like
I wonder if it was filled with pain, love, hatred
Or yet another poem with an unanswered question
I wonder if he ever caught up with the paper boats...

With questions in my head as i opened my wet eyes,
I saw a flotilla!