Room
By Sayani Mukherjee

One room talks for long-
A single vase, a simple waiting
Roses by the window
For my two's 
A quite roseblush shop. 

A single season 
A solemn warfare. 
My solitude 
A Overpriced vain necessary stability. 
Four pentacles 
A grilled stamp card
Necessary for the sign. 

Two weeks, three days, diaried days
Critiqued, laid, flat, opened, cocooned
By the single vase 
For the roses blushes, sheets, pinks
By the gates 
By the curtains 
Strange air, levitating, crunchy-
Air born nymphs 
Ricochets, second chances 
Without cracks, we are not humans
Thorns, thrones, through
Days diaried, dialogues dialed
Filling out on vagaries, postcards
Flights, spinoff , stamped , parceled, motored
Mobility, mechanical, stability. 

Against, 
The rose gold blushes inwards pouring rain
A tinkling seed 
A single room for two's.