The Turmoil Poem by Ankur Beohar

Why is there so much calmness in the muddled waters of sea?
Is there a storm that is brewing some distance away!
Or the waves have decided to take a little break
Before the torrential winds again make them sway

What happened to the happiness of the regular surfers
What brings such desolation to their eyes?
Was to them acceptable, only one mood of the ocean
To the other, of their desires, do they think they are paying a price!

And to the infant sun of the morn that is used to tumultuous beginnings
Does this make too much difference to it's red sheen
Does it reprieve itself from the hard work of the day
or the freakishness of the start does not bother it's gleam

And how do I, of all, react to this silence,
should I echo the unmindful surfers and the sun
Or break free at this instant, my engagement
Not allow the glowing stream of indecisiveness to let me burn!

Who cares what happens next moment?
I find in this placidity, the stillness of eventual death
And to counter the same exact experience
I find in it's witness my next perpetual breath.