are made of pain
persistence,
tumouring
heart-shredding with love-blade
they offer immortalizing kiss
and drain life with smile
and so unlike hard-colour,
that peculiar wash of friendship
disavowal and fear of ambiguity
the sliced and secured arrogance
that definitive afternoon cup of tea
drawn from knowing.
[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']
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