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Theme: Introspection

Devil Woman

Bewildered, I look at myself
and I laugh
how impossible it seems
that I
who held every atom
in my mind, body and soul,
guided my speech, action and thought
with such precision
should suddenly lose them all!

I blame you, devil woman!
I hold you responsible
for all the chaos in my mind
the disturbances in my body
and the turmoil in my soul.

will I shun it all?

You hold my days
and all my nights
my yesterday was
my today is,
my tomorrow will be
all because of you.
You fill my mind
my senses and my being
that if not for you
I’d breathe my last.

Therefore fill me more
make me breathe
and breathe your name again
hold my days
my nights
nothing must be lost
For oh!
That these many years
should pass
before I knew
the wild ecstasy
of being possessed.

A series of Past tense – poems from 1972 – 1986  


More By  :  Julia Dutta

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