At the kink of your wayward words,
when you hesitantly display your tentative smile, 
eluding the traces of that eroded love, 
right there, 
the residues of some patina thoughts
get scattered in the thin air of nothingness,
while everything still remain blurry,
one thing that shall hold against the atrocities of any gale 
is an incandescent flame 
that screams in silence but firmly
about a possibility called “US”

By, Shantanu Baruah

Kink - Bend
Patina - a green or brown oxidized film
Gale - A strong wind
Incandescent - Emitting Light

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