The Cerebral Traffic.
My brain is battered with a traffic jam;
Thoughts like piglets scramble for a space,
Litter by litter.
Pedestrian thoughts royally intercept
The traffic melee.
The vehicular run in twos fours and sixes,
Veers around in a racy, rough and tumble .
Trailers slouching their way,
Trespass into all the lanes as their own.
There are trekking movements,
Downward slides and lateral intrusions;
With one group of thoughts
Attempting to hijack the the other,
The other group awaits the point for a hitchhike.
Pellmell prevails at the cost of peace and poise.
Piece by piece in fits of cataclysms,
My homicidal thoughts become
A heap of holocaust, hailing the brainy disintegration
As minute minute meandering in abstract space.
P.Chandrasekaran
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