One fine evening
I sat knitting.
Shifting patterns and struggled trials,
Doing and undoing the thing,
over and over again…

At times, I cursed beneath my breath,
other times, I hurled them yarns and needles,
right across the room…

It was less a struggle with the needles,
more with my heart and mind.
The mind made it so obvious,
the heart hardly liked…

Why can you love someone,
but can never unlove them?
If only life was a ball of yarn,
with the needles in our hands.


Asha Seth