she stood watching the biscuit dipped in tea,
her thoughts took her to that shapeless amoeba
in her school biology book so long ago.
a noise broke into her reverie,
for a miniscule moment, scaring her out of wits,
her thoughts revolving like falcons preying.
that lonely helicopter acted
like a screeching tyres of a skidded car.
at the sound of deep dark silence, a top stopped spinning.
with mixed feeling,
she heard pebbles hitting water,
ripples of her heart going round and round.
"maybe cheese of life melted that biscuit"
I rewrote one of my previous works, changing the meaning completely. I edited large parts of it. Do check that out here.