Blue and Black

Blue and Black short poem

Battery of my phone was too sleepy

The alarm dozed off…

A series of “Getting Late” followed

The mirror frowned at me

and I stepped out of that drowsy door…

I sat in the bus that looked like my boss

Always in a hurry,

thousand things to worry…

A lamppost…A milkman…A vendor

Three things my eyes picked up on the way.

And the brain in there started its day!

A coffee mug, some tapping shoes

I can smell the paper, with news and views..

These e-mails I guess were up all night,

Spams have their own battle to fight.

The cursor moves with a lazy click,

Wake up guys “We’ve gotta be quick”!

Hustle bustle come and go

Each hour performs a different show..

The now super fast clock completes one whole round

I see faces disappear, with their annoying sound

I shut the laptop and pick up my bag

Jump off the stairs and remove the tag

And that’s when my senses pick up a pace

Those two stuck lips, curve a smile on my face

I breathe, I laugh, I think, I write

And that’s what I call a perfect “Good Night”

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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 - | | 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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