Keeping Quiet

Keeping quiet is often not doable 

When one toggles with
The strife churning within.
It pulls, twitches, and sometimes
Throws into the deep ocean
To sulk and bury the billowing thoughts
Into the vast stretch of void.

Keeping quiet is often not doable
When one counts to hundred
Into the depth of lurking night.
One wavers on the bed, east or west,
To get lulled into the soft pillow
Casting aside the harboured plank
And lofty dreams of castles high.

Keeping quiet is doable
When one throws himself off
Into the retreating waves
Of rooted trust to be swept away
into the azure world
Where gleams of morrow lie latent into
The smile on a summer's maiden call.

                                        © Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra