Knitted Warmth
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Poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘The sound feels warm / A finicky sensation / Buzzing each nerve / In unison’
Part of the story lands in gaps
Somedays, a whirlwind
Of silhouettes
Mischievous, a creative zeal.
Unbuttoning the core
Is a spinning wheel
Onion like, wearing frames in
Layers.
The humidity feeds
the sea fogged town
The night bugs keep
Twinkling
The sound feels warm
A finicky sensation
Buzzing each nerve
In unison—
A familiar nocturnal path.
There is no way to escape
What is my very own
I cannot turn away
From looking
My mirror self, she keeps
The night window open.
When I keep my
Pawn in the game alive
I know it is small
But it pierces my own.
After closing the buttons, one makes
A warm embrace
with my core
The inner furnishings longing
To look within
The mirror, a playful tapestry.
My hooded gaze
Needs a warm coat
The finished product is
A knitted muffler
Each intricate day
We jump
Out of the pawn
And at midnight
Look for tomorrow’s sun
Within our knitted warmth.
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Sayani Mukherjee is a poet and a researcher, hailing from Chandannagar, a former French colony in West Bengal. She received her post-graduation degree in English from Banaras Hindu University. An ardent love of literature, her works have appeared in various reputed international and national magazines and journals. Currently she is part of the international anthology of poems 'Paradise on Earth'. She likes to engage her leisure in photography, cinema and arts. You can find her on Instagram: @_sayani__mukherjee.
