Turbulence

Still functional not just notional

Emotions not wild still controllable

I lay at rest; I think it is the course best

Let body do its job, in its own way not in a jest 

No haste for anything, life at its own pace

Whom do I touch upon, it’s just another phase. 

What has become of life, even it is minus any strife

Ploughing a lonely furrow, I wallow in my own sorrow. 

Truth, I peel layer by layer in the end I find void

If mind stays within limits, in life nothing to avoid. 

It's poetry that anchors in turbulent waters

Buoyed by the words I stay afloat, setbacks don't bother.