We speak like rattling rain And fumble through inhibitions Before we reach each other. I dip each word, in the inky darkness of my mind and hang it over the moon. And he, He glorifies the crescent Day after day after day. We aren’t meant for each other We don’t intend to be. Rather We exchange random pieces of mind The puzzle latches perfectly. And then we dance In our heads, together Surrender to the whirling Of this dervish, the universe He knows, and I know This is what there is He knows and I know This is all that there will ever be.
Someday, we shall meet over the moon And read to each other Every poem of the past
Someday, When the moon looks brighter Know, that we took our poems back.
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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