POEM: CLUTTER IN MY EMPTY MIND

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

It springs up every time,

That clutter in my empty mind,

And each time,

It only reminds me of wasted times.

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If empty mind is a devil’s workshop,

A cluttered mind is a spooky den,

Where emptiness is a result of nothingness,

And clutter an offshoot of everything-ness.

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When I began doing things,

 I came out of my empty mind,

But by doing too many things at a time,

I cluttered my mind,

But whether it is the empty or the clutter,

Both smother the poetry of life.

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And in this baffling world of mine,

One wonders at times,

From where to begin,

And where to end the acrobats of life.

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At times even the almighty—the mind fails to act,

And slumps into emptiness,

And succumbs to everything-ness,

And deviates from equilibrium,

Where one only wonders why?

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One day when I opened my eyes to see my mind,

I could only see zigzag and criss-cross of empty lines,

And that revealed the reasons,

For the clutter in my empty mind.

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And thereafter,

I decided each day I would scan my mind,

And would meditate,

To remove,

The malwares floating in my mind.

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