Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee


A perfect weather
To remember the faultlines
The vivid picturesque
Whispers that hide among the trees 
The holy chantings of long waited gazes
The turmoil of openings
The narrow road open wide
Bit my upper lipped sorrow
My zigzaged cashmere sweater
I wore for the longest time
Myself a bohemian wise myself again
Wrapped around my collarbone
Surpassed my fears the goodness of 
Travelling around
My split seconded tornadoes my other toed 
Lipsy sounds 
I know a perfect weather
Creation's bemused journeying to the very South
My meeting with Goodness with God
Neutrality at the crowned head 
My perfect weather
A known rendezvous a perfect meeting.