Whisper like incoherent wind,

Murmur like bustling bees,

Resound like thundering clouds,

Clasp like inseparable chums,

Is it only me that hears them?

From a place buried so deep,

From a part of me, a part sometimes I wish alien it be,

Oh! how I wish it never prided,

Oh! how I wish it never chided,

Alas! If only I cared,

Alas! If only I sympathised,

A part of me trying to communicate,

A part of me trying to resonate,

Sentience sometime, 

Deja vu,


86 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 151. The challenge is to use the words, ” Is it always me ? ” either as it is in your piece or capture the essence of the words in your piece. Thank you Sammi Cox for running the Weekend Writing Prompt challenge. The challenge is to use the word of the week – Sentient and the word limit for the piece of writing is 86 words. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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