Struggling with clarity of expression

Borrowing a couple of lines from the poet, Ghanshyam's diary, here's what my state of mind is right now.

कहने को तो हजारों बातें हैं,
मगर उलझी हुई हैं सब एक-दुसरे से |

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plain boring jane said…
forgive my ignorance but does "उलझी" mean tangled or upset, here?
December 14, 2008 at 10:00 PM

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