Home
A stately home of decorated lamps
The wall blew of homegrown facts
A limerick of two-penced walls
A mark on the wall, a safeguard of rubbles
A thick mossed cottage, a writing on home
Homegrown homesickness around my gaze
The sea shore of shattered lamps a pain in my left bruise
I know not yonder thee a maverick lost canopy
Molten raindrops abound thy skin
The flower grew among starlit bones
It asks for home too
A nihilist pain staking twofold grimace
A soft paced milkywave to land my moonwalled trance.
Tea
Teapots and adorable napkins
The child's soul knows no bounds
It clasps a little a lithe wards dream
A homesickness that grows in your soul
A pungent tea flavoured gift that i picked up
A flower of moth eaten daisies I charm in thee
Bottled and boat necked gifts that churn my soul
A homely affair a stage show for faint hearted
I like to knit sweaters in lulled voice
What if my voice reached you today?
I will scramble and do the dishes the art of
Domestic choices still I landed on my fairy tales
I daresay I will write on my behalf
As poetry becomes a stagecraft for skin and home.
By Sayani Mukherjee
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