A stuttering silence, br and some doubtful words. br a voice, br congruent with the wind’s whisper. br a protruding me, br from my own chest. br a crossroad br of confusion. br a succumbed seduction br of a faraway familiarity. br and a dislocated fluttering thought, br floating in the night’s darkness. br Some snowflakes, br a cold indifference. br a gift of an unimagined tear, br in this festival of pathos. br br Even I lie, br in there….somewhere. br In this wilderness, br a mere camouflage.