On Board Life's Ship

Living is like embarking on a ship A ship having no specific destination A ship with no captain No sailors No handymen A ship which simply has to keep sailing Amidst the rough waters of Earth's seas! Prone to be easily sunk It imbibes, In its passengers, The feeling of uncertainty Allowing them, though To relax And to hope A little By providing them spiritual pathways To try to save their consciousness After they shall shed off their bodies! The pathways are played to the passengers As the ship determinedly goes on its way The pathways are played, All the time, continuously, Even if some prefer to listen to life's songs rather! Life, so like a maniac, Reaches out to the ship and pushes itself in Baffling the passengers with its many tricks and illusions So that they do believe in it and forget That, Should they try to step out of the ship, They would fall in the waters As, Each passenger is meant to reach a specific harbour! As they fall, blindly and ignorantly in the raging waters, Life roars with laughter Feeling so mighty As it knows That those who fall into its trap Will have to start its game all over again! I, for one, remain rooted on the deck of the ship I have seen through life's games And I fall not for them Yet, it happens that I long to allow myself To fall in those rough waters As doubt and distrust fill my whole essence up And I simply wonder About the meaning and the purpose of it all! However, each time, The power of faith rings its bell loud in my heart Pushing me away from the ship's edges Why, if life does be with its ship and with its rough waters Pray, it must surely have its own purpose Doubt does show itself up in my soul But then, Is it not said that Faith gets strengthened through doubt!