As If Life is A Dialogue : A Monologue

Is life a rhythmic ocean? Joy and sorrow speak in their colliding languages, yet they never pray to God to salvage their identity in that rhythmic ocean. Life is vibrant and cautious to strike back in times of contagious war. It wakes up to the call of shrill siren that comes from the conch hidden in the metaphors of cause and effect. It checks and rechecks embryonic vertebral science. It catches fire when rains seem to be silencing the rhythmic ocean.

Ancient sages walked along the old peninsula where birds and beasts preach their sermons in ethereal resonance throughout the blank universe. They sages never filled the void that created the yawning darkness in sky, air and water. They only recreated the same words that they inherited from the nature’s long verses. Is life an upturned boat that sails along the coast in whispers and soliloquy?

Life is so much. Life is small, life is rich. It never begs mercy to sail along a rough weather. Rough weather is always overcome in beautiful dreams, dreams show the way to galvanise the life’s crucial moments. It bridges the gap between particles of discordant voices. The voices share the nomenclatures of moments, each and every soul melt into that voice. Voice is where life is as life is a dialogue.