Something Weird Happened That Day!

Something Weird Happened That Day! short poem

In case I forget to write about this

I want you know

I swallowed some words by mistake once

And didn’t understand where did they go?

I feel something on my fingertips

A charming passionate greed

Thoughts flow and words follow

At a magically divine speed

There’s a tree growing within me

I feel each branch and leaf

Some poems fall on an autumn eve

I shake them off my sleeve

Spaces and voids, long and large

Melt into thoughts and stay

I often keep wondering what happened

To the words I swallowed that day?

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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Chandrama Deshmukh is a writer by profession and a poet by passion. Moonlit Monochrome is her first collection of English poems. She has authored two books of Marathi poems. A storyteller of sorts, the moon is her muse. Poetry for Chandrama is that one streak of silver lining amidst the chaos of life. Being an avid reader, photography enthusiast and a part-time playwright, she believes nothing touches her soul the way poetry does.Buy a copy of Moonlit Monochrome - Amazon.com | Amazon.in | FlipKart | Infibeam | Smashwords | Google Play | Amazon KindleWhat Is Moonlit Monochrome?I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you. Dipped in words. And longing. This book is a map of my soul. My moonlit monochrome.- Chandrama
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We can see where the words went Chandrama. The playful tone of this poem is endearing. As also the expression of words pouring out from those that lie within. Very enjoyable reading!

J.rid
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It is a lovely poem a good take on words that help us write. Yes sometimes words
have a life of their own begging to be written. I enjoyed reading yours

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