Soliloquy is from the Latin solus (alone) and loqui (to speak). It is a speech that one gives to oneself. In a play, a character delivering a soliloquy talks to himself/herself - thinking out loud, as it were - so that the audience better understands what is happening to the character internally.

The most well-known soliloquy in the English language appears in Act III, Scene 1 of Hamlet:

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;

Faith

By Hira Nasir

My leaves are falling,

I'm withering

Barely crawling.

The fragrance is lost,

So is the attraction I got.

I'm alone, hard tree,

Still bearing it all.

Still standing, despite all.

Because I have faith,

Faith in time.

With changing seasons

I know I will shine

The leaves will grow

And so will I.

And the pain will be gone

And I'll once again rejoice.

The people will join,

Some may become my friends.

And I know they will

Stay till the end.

Eternal Grief

By Tahreem Asghar

Silencing my emotions and my voice

You ask me why I don’t speak

Giving me reasons to stay up all night

You ask me why I don’t sleep

Lacing my hands with roses

You let me walk on the thorns

Squeezing my heart in your fist

You let me cry and grieve alone

A thought of every hour

By Mashaal Ali Khan

Falling apart from the frame of heart,

So puzzled in my own cart,

The feeling is so bizarre,

All the ashes are from my phoenix,

My cold self doesn’t really know how to manage,

I left my passion aside,

oh, wait, responsible have arrived,

Let me fulfil it and shut the door,

Can’t do it as the room is connected with an endless road,

Trapped in the box of worries,

Wondering to see the light that’s buried,

Deep under the dungeons of devil’s home,

There also is a phantom in a hurry,

Imprisoned in my own thoughts,

I want to be free,

My heart pounds and trembles every time someone came to me,

Is it natural to feel the fear of nothing?

Compiled by SK

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