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Potpourri

Potpourri…cornucopia…
myriad… immense…
words of "plenty"
trouble me, my mind
emotions nag the hell out of me…
wish I could reformat the hard-disk
of my mind…

It's a restlessness with its center
right in the chest
spreading sensations
all over me…
guilt pangs… pain…
confusion… uncertainty…
confused feelings of love
--the newly realized "self"
retreats from these complex feelings…
it feels like an infant
left naked
in the middle of the road…
with feet trampling all over her body…
adult alien forms
surrounding the mind…
no language yet learnt
no art of articulation yet known…
the world emerging
like a storehouse of images
from an unconscious
unknown self…


24-Oct-2000

More By  :  Ambika Bhatt

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