To be with each other 

In our crowded heads

We created a silent corner 

Surrounded by fences. 

It was one of those nights

When the chaos inside 

Started consuming all our senses 

And we looked for such a corner

To rest our heads.

Exchanging the tangled woollen yarns

In the ebb and tide of 

Unasked questions and unanswered answers 

The yarn got ready.

We took turns

While knitting

And the threads of scars 

Got enmeshed in warmth 

 And in colour.