Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

By Sayani Mukherjee

Mayhem of Autumn. 
Soul expanding bliss 
In evening hours 
Grey waistcoats, lined seconds. 
A silent peace
Seeing things as should be;
Borderlands of tingy maturity
The misshapen afterthought
Liberty passed a glance
As soft hours do, 
Asking for chance. 
Velvet purple glow 
End of dripping down
Carrying the waste to the stream 
Purging a clean slate 
Coming ocean folded spasms
Evening sparrows
Grey twilight 
Twinkling in a brown pot. 
Unison and festivities
Erasing borders
Autumn, an old friend
Warm hospitality
Intimate snuggy goodness
As a big brother
A silent bliss of an evening
The purple zone.

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