Oishee's Poems

Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Mad Woman

Gouging the mind
from the twisted brain,
sorting the mixed up thoughts,
she finds a box so carefully laid
with ideas never before sought,
laden with dust and body juice,
it lies frozen at the back,
and as she breaks through the congealment,
the mad woman in the attic attacks.

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