Droning monologue

[ I wrote this piece earlier as "Isolated Act", but was not satisfied. Hope this attempt may work.]

Seconds return
fresh seeds of patience
to compete with
the glaring Sun,
everyday.

Inane objects, rotary wheels
clatter of squabbles
a few hollow smiles
encircle me like veiled faces.

At times, when in solitude
a chaotic soliloquy
turns me to a wistful actor.

Retelling how
frozen glacier of time
loathly measures
the jading Minutes,
I grow into
an avid listener as well.

Such monologue turns
my calendar pages,
enacting the drama
that flows in me.

Life percolates
between
hindrances.