sharp pen tip scratches paper and oozes words--
bustling thoughts
like vehicles in a freewheeling thoroughfare
collide headlong.
word interchanges come to a screeching halt
and the sword of Damocles hangs midair.
deep thoughts sliced with a cleave:
THUD!
roll down the mound one after another:
SPLASH!
pound river surface and dive under:
PLOP! SWOOSH!
words scatter,
unthreaded beads rush on smooth tiles
CLUNK! TINKLE! SWISH!
seek safe dark cold places,
hide beneath heavy unrelenting furniture and,
escape the reach of the sword of Damocles.
#karkuzhali
16.09.2020
