Jazz Blues
Photo: Karan Madhok
Poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘A beau of my ice cream pot / Blackcurrants and choco deep breath / Melting as the sea rushes by / Holding by the June night’
Siren skies never dazzled me.
A beau of my ice cream pot
Blackcurrants and choco deep breath
Melting as the sea rushes by
Holding by the June night
On a traffic train roll
A dreary fish restaurant
Brutish and colloquial
Until the electric guitar fires my soul.
I come back
To claim my home
Amidst the triangle fate of
Watercolours and peevish strokes.
The needles spook open
Out of the burning red ebbs
Of the sweater sweet January.
The bookish lounge lie down,
The unmoved stare of
My spectacle grace ponders
A gravity and a melodramatic longing.
For when the afternoon clouds
Turn opulent
And a rosy mist spray
I calm my heart
Over a warm hug
And two years whiff of
Rollercoaster fresh air
Until the last curled poems
Speak for my
Delusional forked machine.
A rainy day to hold my
Fish spotted umbrella
Larks and soft drinks
Milkshakes and jazz blues
Until the next verse.
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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.
