Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: the lamp


the lamp

As the darkness of silence

Turns a shade darker

You light the lamp

Of conversation between us

The glass it glows and warms up

Comforts and bakes

Your emotions

Melts mine at places…

Till am afraid

Unsure of your intentions

Will the wick burn out?

And blacken the glass?

Sooty and opaque

Just like our feelings…

Or did my erratic breath

Just flicker that flame?

Will you cup your palms?

And steady the lamp

Of conversation between us?

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