Muse over something.
A little thing, a big thing or anything
you might find when you look around.
Maybe, a chunk of cheese you lay your hands on,
at an aisle in the adjacent super market.
Gather all your thoughts about it.
Jot them down.
The bill you carelessly stuffed in your wallet would do.
Let the editor take a back seat while you're at it.
Shoot a myriad possible questions to yourself.
Like
what does cheese remind you of?
Sandwiches?
What do you stuff them with?
Mashed potatoes and peas?
And generous cheese?
When do you gorge on them?
Sunday mornings?
There's no need to scrabble your mind for
the trickiest vocabulary you once burdened it with,
when you enrolled yourself for Online English classes.
Rather let words spill as involuntarily as
your senses would.
Losing your mind over over written, illegible draft like
your windswept strands of hair while you ply on a public bus?
Now is the time to summon the editor,
reclining in the back seat.
"Sunday mornings smell like
piping hot sandwiches laden with
mashed potatoes, peas and cheese galore
wafting across bed room to awaken you
from your dreams
painting rainbows and horizons
for a bit too long."
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