Knock, knock
Who's there? Your Inner Voice. Inner Voice, who? Keeper of your mother's sound, that Inner Voice Giver of opinions unsolicited, that Inner Voice Thinker in all your predicaments, that Inner Voice Taker of moral high-ground, that Inner Voice Pleader of sense, that Inner Voice Asker of peace, understanding and forgiveness, that Inner Voice Panic sets in when met with a silence, that Inner Voice.
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Loud and chaotic, words uttered are tense
Such a scuffle to understand the nonsense A thoughtless circus ensues between the two Feats performed, the other they try to woo Acrobatic thoughts that twist the mind Emotions caged, animals running wild Strings of sentiment in grip of the other Being reduced to a puppet is a bother Two minds so disparate, so different Spare the struggle, the two are incongruent Two minds distinct and discrete
Thinking their own thoughts, feeling their own feelings Word for word, sentiment for sentiment, thought for thought, a connection made A compatible rhythm cascades Minds met midway, the bridge crossed over Into a harmonious concord So calm, content and continuous the moment In which they are congruent. |
AuthorAn Indian visual artist, living in Pune, who finds her challenge and her calm in the realm of paper. Archives
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