Random thoughts,
Plague my mind.
Like a Bee-hive,
Buzz and grind.
Old gramophone record,
Playing a crumpled symphony.
Like a noisy ATM,
Shunting out money.
Atlanta International Airport,
Flights coming in and moving out.
In eerie silence,
They all tend to shout.
10 movies,
Playin together.
Like a colony of ants,
Towards dead insect they gather.
Everything moves,
From dawn to dusk.
Hazy Plots,
And my random thoughts.
I like the visuals...ants gathering together at a dead insect..nice.
ReplyDeletehi again..
ReplyDeleteevn my head is jammed wid a lot many thts...lik uve tried to xpress in ths one...
n ya...saloni ths side.