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- Author: Chandrama Deshmukh
- Publisher: White Falcon Publishing
- Year: 2020
- Pages: 108
- ISBN-10: 1636400183
- ISBN-13: 9781636400181
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.8 cm, hardcover
- Language: English
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These poems, with their arms wide open for an embrace will identify with your suffering, give you hope, home. With themes ranging from loneliness, depression and anxiety to identity, self-love and romance, this book is a passage through the labyrinths of human mind. Though each piece explores a different thought, cohesively, these poems lead to a positive consciousness: we are all in this together.
The undercurrents of suffering and survival connect us in a cosmic way. Our own 'Teaspoon Of Stars' in the bitter black nights.
As you read these poems, whisper to them - your fears, your longings, the stories you could never tell. Look at them like you look at shooting stars, make a wish or two. Read them to your demons till they surrender to self-love. Let them sit by your side as you weep, let them sing you to sleep.
May all your scars, slowly turn into stars.
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- Author: Chandrama Deshmukh
- Publisher: White Falcon Publishing
- Year: 2020
- Pages: 108
- ISBN-10: 1636400183
- ISBN-13: 9781636400181
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.8 cm, hardcover
- Language: English English
These poems, with their arms wide open for an embrace will identify with your suffering, give you hope, home. With themes ranging from loneliness, depression and anxiety to identity, self-love and romance, this book is a passage through the labyrinths of human mind. Though each piece explores a different thought, cohesively, these poems lead to a positive consciousness: we are all in this together.
The undercurrents of suffering and survival connect us in a cosmic way. Our own 'Teaspoon Of Stars' in the bitter black nights.
As you read these poems, whisper to them - your fears, your longings, the stories you could never tell. Look at them like you look at shooting stars, make a wish or two. Read them to your demons till they surrender to self-love. Let them sit by your side as you weep, let them sing you to sleep.
May all your scars, slowly turn into stars.
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