When the perturbed mind reflects,
chaos gleams pristine
in its own reflection.
Every line, every frown,
every crumpled thought,
shines too clearly,
and all I can hope
is that it remains hidden,
difficult to read,
unseen by the chaos itself.
Perhaps no one would notice
what the mirror of my mind reveals.
Yet the more unsettled the mind,
the louder its rattling,
the clearer the murkiness that settles.
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and sixty ninth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – PRISTINE hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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Void Thoughts 
Parts of ‘Pristine Chaos’ made me read it more than a few times. I recalled some of my own ‘crumpled thoughts’ when my mind is perturbed. I’m happy that they didn’t last and they are replaced by meaningful ones.
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When we pay attention o our thoughts, the murkier ones get replaced by meaningful ones. Thank you, Madhavi.
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