Nocturnal Narcissism

Those are times,
When the silence speaks,
It isn’t loud,
Not inaudible either,
We have a dialogue,
That’s sincere,
And compatible,
The dialogue’s so smooth,
Smooth as a monologue maybe,
I feel like a kite,
A kite simply awaiting,
An tethered wild child,
Having so much in the wheelhouse,
A kite waiting impatiently,
To be let go and fly,
To fly afar and fly more.

Those are times,
When the silence speaks,
And I feel like the night’s mine.

Just mine.

Karthik Ramakrishnan
5 June 2014