An Awaited End.

An Awaited End. short poem

I stand alone gulping the lazy sun

Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone

A chaotic day, finally descending

Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending

A quiet little leaf falls from a tree

You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free

The dry twigs see no point extending

green, brown and a calm ending.

You say I love and I promise to stay

And our feelings change, everyday

No more farce, lets stop pretending

And bless ourselves, a harmonious ending.

Inhaled thoughts, condense in mind

Life is a hallucination, one of its kind

A calm death, blissfully transcend

Each breath born with an awaited end!

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
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The maturity of thoughts in this piece by Chandrama gives a sense of calm and peace. while seperation is usually dealt with, with a feeling of angst and being wronged, what is appreciable in this writing is the poet’s clarity of thought and expression which makes the reader want to sigh and smile and look forward to a new beginning. Very nice Chandrama! the words fit so perfectly too.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

“The dry twigs see no point extending” of course, it has withered. I like the rhymes.

Jayshree Murali

A wonderful metaphor using the dry twig…. serene and philosophical. enjoyed the read !


‘Life is an hallucination…. each breath born with an awaited end..” quite intense…frightening and wonderfully strung!


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