Haven’t you wondered
How some conversations
Are…
Words spooling
Meeting, meshing
In patterns,
Random, refreshing
Exquisite, eclectic
Esoteric, inscrutable too.
Sometimes it’s the
Tiny motifs that delight;
Sometimes the awe
Of the big picture.
Though sometimes
(A lot of times, perhaps)
Them threads
Go for the jugular,
Choke, stifle,
Leech, bleed…
An anguished
Knotted silence
That shouts
In the splotches
Of the tapestry
That’s come to be.
Conversations?
I love those times
When they’re just
Soliloquies
Rich, resonating…
Soul-li-loquacious
(Wouldn’t you say? 🙂 )
19 April, 2018, Day#19 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
April 20, 2018 at 8:04 pm
Talking to oneself is such a buster of stress
People around might eye you with suscpion nevertheless
There is no greater way your anger, sorrow and frustrations to express
After all we are not in this world for people whom we need to impress.
While at it was also reminded of this
https://youtu.be/PjFoQxjgbrs. Happy holidays. Enjoy and be good 😀 and keep them coming.
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March 3, 2019 at 9:31 pm
Thank you Govind. There’s much left unattended on the blog I keep discovering 🙂 Thank you so very much!
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April 20, 2018 at 8:08 pm
Admonish, encourage and exhort
Followed by a relentless retort
Is a conversation
In a situation
Of the mutual, mental and magical sort!
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March 3, 2019 at 9:31 pm
Gul ❤❤❤❤
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