The Taste of Life

The Taste of Life

Painting Ulysses: Rough Water by Vladimir Kush; Source: Paragon Fine Art

'Why life's so cruel?' - An unfilled question

In the blank of my heart.

Is life an ebbing tide that reaches us to a shore?

With the thoughts from my learning and deep inside, 

a passion burning;

I am deluded once again. 

If life is a tide,

In a stormy night and nowhere to hide,

Man shall be a broken boat.  

He or She or whatever may it be,

Made sure that we shall not pass the sea. 

Life's a journey with no destination,

With man - the weary seafarer of all time.
He, who is a rebel's whore,

Suffers to reach the unreachable shore.

Then what has life got its purpose?

But to suffer and to suffer

And this song goes on - unheard. 

If joy, a part of your journey

Let there be suffering as its shadow.

Life can be bitter, only if you taste it. 

To taste or not to taste 

Is your 'free-will' - but make no haste. 

(But remember that bitterness is also a taste)

~ Anish Baskar