Happy Poem!

Happy Poem! short poem

Heaps and heaps of words

Stuck in desperation, mute, blind

I un-turn pages and unfold stories

A deliberate, hysterical rewind

A happy poem they ask for

Color, dance and delight

I dig out thoughts, restlessly

Terrified letters turn white

A little joy stuck on my ink

Left unattended for long

A sore throat, humming pain

Forgotten childhood song

Pages and pages of tear drops

I touch the dried up pain

Frozen words, no glimpse of glee

Beautifully insane

Joy slowly leaks through verses

A constant discomforting writhe

The idea of a happy poem

Is merely an unaccepted myth

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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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