Will I See You Flying?

Will I See You Flying? short poem

She lived like a gush of wind

And looked like breeze in trance

Her thoughts freely bounced on paper

In an awesomely imperfect dance

She loved and sang and smiled to the sky

Dived in dreams without asking why

Her hair hung loose, they swept the blues

She changed stifled Dont’s to cheerful ‘Do’s’

How who what where?

She had no time to care.

An open book, a coffee mug

And cozy whispers of their love affair.

She spoke like a waterfall

Could reach the sky when stood tall

Each thought born & brought up well

Expressions you could touch and smell

One life blessed with fresh little things

Where thoughts could easily turn into wings.

A friend I lost to chaos and pain

Will I see you flying, ever again?

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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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Preeti
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Preeti

I am neither a writer nor a poet ….but i like reading your poems cause i can connect…thanks for sharing ….keep writing and sharing ….

Rutu Deshmukh
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Reading ur poems make me feel gud…

Mohammad A Sattar
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Mohammad A Sattar

I enter today
in thy world of poetry..
in the world of music and love,
in dreams and romance!
in greens and seas!
in love and love..

I ponder…to pen a few words for love……
I love to love,
i love to wander through those green woods!
I love to gaze at the twinkiling stars!
i like to hold her hands..
and inhale the scent of her straming hair..
O beautiful…
what is life without thee..?

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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In some Philosophies, the spirit of the dead becomes one with the universe. The so-called Universal Consciousness is the pool of thought of all the ages and minds and absorbs everything there is. Yes, she is always flying, even if you can’t see her.

J.rid
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A beautiful poem and it does indeed depict she is with you, not forgotten.

Aadi
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This is so so so beautiful! 🙂

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