Turbulent Undercurrents

Abandoning a ship in mid-water
Not far from being moored
Vulnerable, I feel reaching ashore
Amid high seas, marooned

Somewhat perturbed by turbulence,
At times longing to chart a new course,
It seems providence manifested an avenue
Enabling this decision enforce

Yet a disquiet within prevails,
Itching for a sneak peek into future
Seeking an affirmation from divinity
If life would offer a seamless suture

Having to stare at a blank canvas is
Perhaps daunting well past my prime
I hope to paint it with radiant colours,
Letting not accrue dirt and grime

So abrupt are the winds of change
Even a status quoist can’t desist
Relenting to the will of the omnipotent
With poise, every mortal has to drift

Conscious Drift

Carrying dark clouds as a sheath underneath
Ready to burst at their seam
The ashen sky’s thunderous lightening
Pronounces a reflection of life’s impending theme

Warn it does of a punitive strike
For resisting to seek a safe shelter
Providence is guiding, heed its call
Rather than running helter-skelter

Seamless as seasonal changes occur
Transitions ought to follow suit
Stagnant waters gather moss
Little drift may lend to new channels en-route.

These aren’t just passing clouds
Pour they will to heart’s content
Lashing the fragile state of mind and
Sullying peace till its last remnants

Abort the wretched journey, long endured
In gloomy, damp, inclement climate
Pastures abound where sun shimmers
Just take that leap of faith, don’t procrastinate