Monologues of life
a scream of silence echoes in infinite corners
what if, what if not?
burglar questions rob my heart
whilst the world moves constantly
me and my monologues sit in peace and converse quietly…
A rage inside, sometimes a storm behind,
a heartfelt emotion or endless passionate musings
how would I, how should I not?
random talks in between
me and my monologues sit hand in hand under the dark
A word of respite or phrases of delight,
a sulking feeling or share the ecstatic night
like the flowers dangling on a full moon night
me and my monologues sit and listen to each other
as companions of life