The Pirate Ship

Questions sometimes rise in my mind like tides rising and crashing on the sea shore, like punches falling on a wrestler in a boxing ring, like the jerks a person gets when he goes through constant heart strokes…..and most of all, like how a dagger hits you and shreds off your heart into tiny pieces just because of a single thought that your beloved confesses….
The questions take over your mind like cancer….adding to more doubts and more dark thoughts. Life seems like a dark sea and thoughts drift in this sea in a pirate ship.

This ship has no map, no route, no passengers, no crew and no souls but only the lonely soul of the pirate remains inside which is you. Not a destination exists even. The ship goes where the waves drift it to. Sometimes it’s a place with no life, sometimes with no honesty and sometimes absolutely nothing at all.

Maybe this ship has no destiny, no name and maybe no pirate at all. Maybe the pirate died of plague or of murder. Murder….the most ruthless and the most heart breaking way of how a person can be killed….

But even if the pirate was dead, who would care? The ship has no one on board and the questions….they have no answers….not even a single answer…..