It starts with a word or a phrase,
That seems to have a life of its own,
Which just refuses to be pushed away
To some recess of my brain.
As I go about doing daily chores,
It creates a buzz inside me
That just refuses to calm down.
I ignore it as much as I can
Focusing on more pressing jobs.
But associated words keep vying for my attention,
Sentences pop up in totality,
Of their own volition
Badgering to pour out.
Afraid of losing the thread
I put everything else on hold.
As I pick up my phone,
The rest of the world is forgotten.
Words and ideas gush forth in a cascade
Jostling with each other to be immortalized.
My frenzied fingers feverishly try to keep pace
And the jumbled mass starts taking a cohesive shape.
Once done, I focus only on correction,
Too involved to view…
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