Thoughts are slimy strands,
stitched to be long
as far as we long!
Yarned on the
feels of fine, and not,
they float on waves of views
to make the “chip”
with speeds of RAM that move!
Breathes of life, add myriads of mind,
with tangled web of clouds.
Clear the chaos,
the traffic of thoughts,
the ceaseless stream,
with signals – red, green and amber!
Leave the bad, and live the good,
Clear the cloud, to move ahead.