The Monologue

By Amitrajit Sarkar

A lonely soul feels even more lonely

As the night fall

All the thoughts start marching up and down the memory lane

Those who are long lost and those who are yet to come

Once again come to life

Every night they throng around to share their griefs

This apparently make no difference to them,

But not to the loner it seems unbearable

tossing and turning with no one by the side

it feels claustrophobic

but keep on listing the entire night

By Amitrajit Sarkar