The Fisherman and The Sea.....

As the sound of the wind covers the ocean....

The man in the boat looks above, with a tumbling notion....

While the waves beside him take a wild dive....

He turns to the ocean, hollering, “will I survive”....

The ocean leaps, to take a hefty flight….

Gropes him in and hugs him tight….

He screams and shouts, but there’s no use….

As she has decided for, to be his muse….

While his mouth is leaving the bubbles afloat….

He finds himself, amidst the spoils of a sunken boat….

Looking around, wondering what is gone….

A voice is heard, from what seemed like a throne….

As he walks closer, the darkness fades….

And there she lounges, like the Queen of Spades….

Feeling embarrassed, of the naked spirit….

He dares to ask, “The Charlette’s Web is it?”….

She replies with calm, in a soothing tone….

“Thou reap the fruits, of the seeds you’ve sown”….

Then follows by saying, just one sentence….

That changed his life, in every tense….

She said in a soft, but an audible note….

“I shall try to answer thine every mote….

My lad I mean Thy, asked me a question….

Don’t worry I’m just, thine manifestation”….

He walks closer to The Queen, to heed….

And speaks again, due to time and need….

“I need an answer, in a yes or no….

My children await, I need to know”….

“Don’t jump to an answer, so soon my lad….

 Good too awaits, and it’s not so bad….

Thine children hast slept, in profound excitement….

Of a dawn that brings, new enlightenment”….

“Prepare thine self, for a journey in time….

Where survival is known, as a mighty mime”….

The man just stands and stares at her face….

That didn’t age in time no matter, what it’s pace….

A shadow is seen at that very moment….

He thinks to himself, “it’s such a torment”….

Suddenly she leaps, to take a flight….

Gropes him in and hugs him tight….

They reached a land, he never knew….

Existed ashore, with a magnificent hue….

She looks at him and smiles alone….

“Says, why so sad, this isn’t a moan”….

She sits on a log beside the manor….

Asked him to perch, right next to her honour….

She speaks again, in a subtle tone….

“Here lived a woman, who’s name was joan”….

“She came across the hill up there….

Which the famine struck, to keep their stomachs bare….

She came to search for food and water….

That these villagers, won’t give no matter….

They asked her to leave, as they had no food…..

She said, ”I can make a soup that will change thine mood”…

They looked at her with grand suspicion….

As she took some water and filled the cauldron….

Joan lit a fire, and sang a song….

To prepare a soup, they’d relish after a bong….

She dropped a stone right in the bowl…..

And put some spices, as an act to dole....

Then sniffed the bowl, like a piece of heaven….

With gusto like, the Symphony of Beethoven….

The villagers, called her a fake for that….

“It can’t be true, it’s all just chat”….

She looked at them and said out loud…..

“Don’t have, your loss, but I’m so proud”…..

They said again, in a lower note….

“We need to try, it’s our port”….

She asked them to bring a cabbage and greens….

As it would taste better, with some garnish and beans….

The villagers give her what she needs….

Thank you she says for their humbling deeds….

“Joan is my name” she says again….

“And I want some carrots and some grain….

The taste is pretty, as the hue of the place….

How can a dress be complete without a lace”….

“Get me some onions and noodles if you may….

And the soup will be ready, to your taste I say”….

The villagers brought her, all she asked…..

And enjoyed a meal, in which they all basked….

She lived right there, for till time had to spare….

And made the villagers, The Stone Soup they’d all share”….

“She didn’t ask from the land, for her survival….

But took it, with wisdom for her life’s recital”….

“Thus, Wisdom is a tool, given by gods….

Use it wise, to survive The Mods”….

She said it with, a twinkle in her eye….

And held his hand, just like The Mai….

He whispered to her, “I get it now”….

With the look of a lion, who just won’t bow….

“I’m glad thy do, my son ashore….

But thereon be more, tother, I adore”….

She leaps again, with a stealthy flight….

Gropes him in, and hugs him tight….

This time the man, just swayed along….

Humming the tune, of his favourite song….

His mouth again left the bubbles afloat….

And he sat amidst, the spoils of the sunken boat….

To his surprise, there was a man….

Sitting next to the queen, with a tan….

She asks the fisherman, “why, do you stare”….

“This is his story, I’m about to share….

Please speak oh lord almighty’s, son” she called….

The fisherman stared, which looked so bald….

The son of god, raised his hand….

To bless the man, with his olive band….

He said in a strong and a heavy voice….

“Thy can go back, I give you a choice….

But stay if thy may, as I insist….

As thy seem like a man, who’s not a pessimist”….

The man says in a soft tone….

“I’ve learnt enough for a day from Joan….

But then again, I sure can stay….

As Rumplestiltskin sure can, spin another stack of hay”….

“Good thoughts oh lad, thy have in thine mind….

Which I like to call, The Heaven’s Contract, duly signed”….

He said to the man, and turned with a glow….

Then opened a door, with a lifted eyebrow….

The door seemed old, big and brown….

A little swollen, from the ocean’s frown….

He saw a prince, so slick and tall….

Who lived his life, like having a ball….

“His name is Zeus”, he said so loud….

Even Zeus would nod, from above the cloud….

This is his way, to live everyday….

But knows that, happiness doesn’t always stay….

There was a time, before this day…

When the dawn broke, with a thirst to slay….

He lost his land and all he loved….

And had no reason, to stay gloved….

Reciting the tune, his heart once played….

He stood again, saying, ”I won’t be slayed….

You can take my land and all I own….

The seeds of will, have already been sown….

They have, grown to, show me light….

 A future, still so bright”….

He walked in vain, alone on streets….

To find some work, and get some treats….

It had been long, since he had eaten….

But stood so tall, and truly unbeaten….

He worked at docks, where once he’d roam….

With soldiers carrying above, a big round dome…..

Then dusk would fall, and was time eat….

He’d skip the meal, and train to beat….

He would dance, with the sword….

And the shield, would sing aboard…..

A harmony would play, along the rivers….

Of the will to survive, despite the shivers….

Months went by, and turned to years….

They Grew a beard and turned down tears….

Keeping his focus still intact, he’d pray to god….

To give him will, and not a platter of golden scrod….

He stayed so happy, without his land…..

He danced in his glory, barefoot on the sand….

Then turn around and look at the footsteps….

Which he never saw, beyond his massive doorsteps….

Things were to change, for him so soon…..

He’d  tell himself, looking at the moon….

It did indeed this night, we saw…..

He met a traveler, who called himself claw….

He was a man, of strength and built…..

And walked with friends, who had no guilt….

He asked his past, as present was obvious….

With the clothes of a cowherd, and looks of abnodius….

He sang his story, so sweet in tone….

It relaxed the group, from heart to bone….

Claw did see in him, the will to survive….

And offered a ride, to win is land with a jive….

Zeus was sure, he had met his match…..

And agreed to jive, with the batch….

The men just walked, for days together….

To reach his land, and win the feather….

For them it was, just another quest…

But for Zeus, it was his sole unrest….

He knew his training and hard work would pay….

For has made him a better man, hard to slay….

They reached his land, and marched inside….

Challenged the king, and asked him to abide….

The king was a proud, fool of a kind…..

Accepted a proposal, with eyes blind…..

The war had begun, between the titans….

Shots were fired, from mighty canons….

At twelve young men, who survived to fight….

With will and wisdom, against every plight….

They fought for hours, without a blink….

And then came along, their pet fink….

Who gave Zeus a way, into his castle….

To capture the king, and finish this battle….

The battle of life, he was left to face……

And avenge for the time, he was so scarce….

His might of will, proved to be great….

Which set the trend of loss, so straight”….

The fisherman’s mouth, was left all open….

Wondering the power, of will would sharpen….

And then wakes up, from his dream….

To see the sharpness, in his beam….

The son of god and the queen of the ocean…..

Shake their hands, waved goodbye in brisk motion….

The man just smiled and disappeared in flying time….

Leaving behind a fisherman, to believe the chime……

The queen then speaks, and breaks her silence….

“Thy hast been good, with a lot of patience”….

“Oh fisherman thy see, these were the stories….

To show the power, of survival’s berries….

Survival my lad, is by wisdom and will and not destiny alone …..

So live it without thinking, of the carving on the stone….

They both are gifts that even change, the destiny’s slime….

And this my lad, is not the irony of time…..

Here’s the answer, to the question thy asked….

Now open your eyes, to a future so basked”…

This was the story, of survival to be….

There was once The Fisherman and always The Sea….