'Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking'. H.L. Mencken.
'I' Is for 'Inner Voice'.
Let me name my inner voice.
Will it suffice-?
If I call it a pulsating
monologue,
That shakes, jolts as well as electrifies,
Throbs with eeriness of a mute dialogue.
Litterateurs name it ‘streams of consciousness’,
A flowing shadow forever supremely enthroned,
In the recesses of our private preciousness,
All pervasive, soul stirring, multi-pronged.
Yet, it is a rambling
whole,
Going back and forth into then and now,
Sneaking deep into our journey’s keyhole,
Reliving regrets, peppered with some moments wow.
.....
Truly, man is one of its kind,
Holds the mirror to his own mind.
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