Books

Books short poem

Flipping pages inhaling words

Like open arms and fluttering birds.

A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by.

Just touch each word, it comes to life

With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife

I travel with people living in books

Resting under trees, hidden in nooks

Dusty jacket and a frail spine

An old bulky volume groans a whine

A lean booklet peeps from the shelf

Casually asks ‘Do you need help?’

Histories, spaces, fantasies and facts

Stubborn pages, refuse to react

With greed I read, I plead I bleed

Snooze a chapter, catch back the speed

A patch of self they paint with colors

Worth more than a million dollars

I love faces hidden with books

Crafting a bond with familiar looks.

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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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Jayshree Murali
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aaaah… what a treat to read !

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