Cutting off the constraining cord,

A fresh journey begun.

Setting her sails, unaware what’s ahead,

She waved at the anchor. Pursuing conventional charts,

She searched for relaxing islands.

Spending moments, or years anchored,

Till no interest was left. Painful were occasions of farewell,

Mourning and reasoning were at war.

Since the sea she was confined in,

Seemingly biased anchors. Deserting her beloved new home,

She was led into raging storm.

When waters demanded to consume her,

Fighting the out pour, she did move on. Eons of islands and storms she faced,

Each one breaking a part of her soul.

But slitting through all of them,

She learnt to mend on her own. And then she reached there,

Inexplicable vastness she sensed.

Silent and immovble and aloof, yet,

Free and infinite and intense. She stood still.

Fascinated, she awed.

Impressed, she smiled.

Spellbound, she gazed. And soon.

Wondering, she questioned.

Doubting, she argued.

Panicking, she resented. She looked back at her journey,

The small islands, the tiny storms.

Everything was suddenly unfamiliar,

As she felt tingling strangeness towards norms. She went blank and empty, confused,

Dilemma seemed too heavy to bear.

Tearing apart her timbered body,

Though soul willing to rationalize fear. She stood still.

Looked. At the details.

Tried. To vindicate.

Failed. To comprehend. And soon.

Gazed. At the intricacy.

Struggled. To intellectualize.

Emerged. To dawn. She retrospected her unawareness,

As she saw the vast blue ahead.

For what it actually, it really was,

The existence, guided her to be aware. Cutting off the constraining thoughts,

A mature journey begun.

Setting her sails, unaware what’s ahead,

She waved at the old anchors. Forgetting conventional limits,

Ended her search for relaxing islands.

Prepared to spend eternity in the infinity ahead,

Ultimately, being consciously unanchored.