Would You Dare talk to Your SOLITUDE.

"I & My solitude often did talk" [ "Mai Aur Meri Tanhai , Aksar Ye Baatey Karti Hai"- Hindi Poem translation]
A poet once caught my attention when he rendered these lines.
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I wondered! What would, I say to myself when I am all alone?
And would I be truly honest in whatever I said?

I am so fond of chatting,
I speak incessantly, to one and all.
I pride my skill in communicating with all kinds of folks.
Yet strangely, I am ill at ease when it comes to speaking to me.

As I ponder more, I do realize,
Truly, neither have I ever, chatted with myself
Nor have I bothered if I was being honest or otherwise.

What opinion do I hold on a given topic per se?
Or do I even comprehend what is being said?
Opinions & Suggestions, Advice & Objections
Used to roll off the tip of my tongue
But now when I give it a thought, I am a bit perplexed.
Truly, have I ever given a thought before words took leave of me?

I wondered! What would I say to myself when I am all alone?
And would I be truly honest in whatever I said?

All said & done, the things that I spoke
Were more often than not,
Well received by one and all.
Yet I wonder, if all that I spoke, were views truly mine?
Or were they the opinions of the history that surrounds me.

The conditioned way I think.
The life's pathways, the rights & wrongs
Laid down by the hypocrites of an era bygone,
These judgmental declarations, are they really mine?

I wondered! What would I say to myself when I am all alone?
And would I be truly honest in whatever I said?

Will I be able to have a chat with myself in solitude?
Will I prove to be an interesting companion?
Or would words cease to flow & thoughts hit a blank wall.
Will my tall talks stand short, unable to impress at all.
I see the insignificance of all the condemning & praises that had so far poured out.
I sense that I was more like an auto run device,
Preconditioned ideas gathered over the passage of time.

One day I will have to sit down and learn to have an honest chat,
I will have to figure out, in life's pattern where I fit in?
But as human tendency goes, right now I'll give it a skip,
Until next time when some poet will jolt me with his words,
And draw me out to think all over again, shaking me out of my reverie.

Jay @26/9/2015