When the day turns to night 
there with your thoughts 
your part of this fragile world 
is settled into their own 
Does your mind wander like mine? 
Retrieving latent bits of broken dreams
Wondering what would have happened 
if there was another path 
Or would there have been a wall 
to slam against till the pain 
was unbearable, leading to 
yet another sad parallel universe 
But in that one, you die 
Not from violence or torture 
unless one considers that
its 
self inflicted.
Alone is never so quiet when theres
no one to blame but you.
 Laugh with the clowns 
cry with the 'saints'
Dont cry for yourself 
laugh instead.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
an excellent title..you are so right alone is never as quiet as it seems..thank you for letting us in for a while Excellent writing! wishing you a day full of joy-Pia