Nupur Chaturvedi

Deviating from the immediate
I look past faces, drapery, windows
To the rolling waves outside
Predictable patterns soothe me
But also lull me into somnolence 
Illicit movements escape my eyes
And I let them,
Because really, who wants to disturb status quo
I am awash with a sense of paranoia,
Because I have let complacence take over 
So what do I do now?
Stay frozen, staring at the view outside
Or pull myself back? 
For how long do I have a choice
Should I not let time do its thing? 
The paralysis has passed, 
I wrest control
I rest controlled.