Thursday, August 27, 2009

The heart hums like a refrigerator on contented days,

And tension screech beeps like an inverter on low power.

Happiness comes rushing like the wrap of cool airconditioning on a hot summer day

Joy bubbles over like an electric kettle.

Hope bursts upon like a thousand watt bulb,

And dull drudgery flickers like a tubelight with a faulty choke.

Ideas rush through like a high powered bike.

And they say technology has killed poetry?

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