A world resides

A world resides, 

within four walls,

stories were made,

without others knowing.

In whispers, they send,

messages for decoding,

conveying secrets concealed, 

beyond our reach... 

Tap tap, flick or thud,

sounds that never pause,

in the stillness, of the nights,

and quiet moments, of daytime.

Yet, they never cross thresholds, 

annoying me enough, find the fault, 

like waves of sea, crashing on shores,

it vibrates much in comfortable zone. 

Yet, the noise rings in ears,

when listened, with an intent,

telling us tales, of daily activities, 

as if a drama played on radio.

The owner, being an elusive figure,

only rumors heard, of his profession,

but here, we could unravel the tales,

of his lifestyle, manners he keeps. 

So, a world resides,

inside the room next door,

where mysteries unfold, 

only I could solve...

Isn't it fun?