My mind is a jumble house
Of scattered dreams
Of fully baked fantasies
And half baked truths

Fragments of my life lie intertwined
Riding the apparitions of my unconscious
Seeking an outlet through the partition
To coalesce with my reality

Knocking continuously
At the forbidden boundary
Trying to nudge it open
To reveal a deep, hidden story

Am I prepared for it
Shall I be able to come to terms with it
I do not know for sure
As I hesitatingly hold the door

Not knowing for certain
Whether to open or bolt it forever
From the conscious recesses
Of my ever wavering mind

Subir Chakraborty
20th Feb 2022