Ship's Biscuits
He was wandering so far from land and lost in an endless journey.
Where day and night melded with no direction, just the vast, unbroken and endless horizon.
His old guiding & shining stars were started blinking slowly.
They were setting early with more and meaningful silent good byes.
But the mysterious bright and new moon saying hello again to keep his soul awake,
and sound of waves whispering carpe diem which helped his heart beating.
He stopped counting frozen days and measuring length of heavy waves.
Sharks and silent darkness were tired from their own echoes and his spirit.
He didn't fear them as he knew they won't break him anymore.
Now he was fighting with his own soul to keep humming & whistling.
Devil's medicines and ancient fog helped him with somnolant breathing.
Some of prophecies of pirates already gone wrong as his blood was smoothly flowing in the bone chilling cold,
and the bloodstream was full of adrenaline.
He always wondered that how those boxes of Ship's Biscuits found on his ship.
Decade ago he has forgotten the hymns, mesmerising chants and meditating stones.
He never seen the god but may be the broken satellites in the dark were the hands for the hunger.
He started to hear the laughing kids and voices of love, and may be seashore was coming.
He knew the magic of a dark and cold hypnosis aficionado,
but he was happy as he would loose his golden cage forever.
One sunny day, he was wondering about his own diary on the bench of the garden.
Hallucinations or truth, ha ha.
He laughed at red teeth of the sharks and shining pearls of mermaid which were on the deck everywhere.
All became real when he saw the fresh hardtacks in the vintage trunk and clay vessel which was full of warm raindrops.
And the rebellious captain headed for sea again in the search of holy grail.
Vipul Arwade
04.02.2025
