( / Bangalore)


"Knitting's like everything," it's tempting to say.
No. Knitting's like knitting. Sure, there's cosmology

in Norwegian sweaters with vertical stars,
but as science that doesn't get us far.

If space is made of superstrings
then God's a knitter and everything

is craft. Perhaps we can darn
tears in the space-time continuum

and travel down wormholes to begin
to purl in another dimension's skein.

But no. There are things you can't knit:
a spaceship. A husband, though the wish

might be strong and the softest thread
would be perfect for the hair on his head,

another, tougher, that washes well
for his pecs and abdominals. You can stitch a soul

daily and unpick mistakes,
perform some moral nip and tucks —

forgiveness. Look out. Your Frankenstein
might turn and start knitting you again.

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Comments (7)

A sublime start with a nice poem, Dinesh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Very nicely and aptly presented. Fantastic speculation. Beautiful poem. Many thanks dear Dinesh, keep the ball the rolling. ......10
A very poignant and powerful poem. You poured your heart and soul out on this one. Good depths of thought. Thanks for sharing.
once I loved hope but now I cannot cope lifes hills too slope so now I grope-Good write --10+ Anjali
Once I love hope But since now i cannot cope ascending on life's steep slope Now I hate hope..........Good Write..........10+++......
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