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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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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