Loneliness to a chatterbox,
Solitude to an orator,
ha ha..never! !
Then I will be no more.
Chatting is my passion.
Hatred with silence.
Now, doubht Am I alive?
You are alive with a powerful storm with in. It is lull before the storm. Highly expressive poem.
only people with inner silence can chat so much.. laugh so much... chirikkuka...mozhinjukondeyirikkuka....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness is the destiny of every humanbeing since eternity.Then There is a difference between solitariness and loneliness. Chatting, laughing, shouting is a paradox to inner silence.