You enter me
Like you enter a ruin
You drag your fingers
On my time torn walls
I feel your fingertips
Their cushions pressing on my edges
You step out on to the balcony
And light a cigarette
You send out rings
As the sun sets on my memories
Silently you tread my long corridors
Your steps echoing inside me
Now and then you stop
And open a door
It would seem like you are lost
But maybe you just like to wander
Here let me show you
Some hidden alleyways
So that you stop opening
Unmarked cabinets
Where lies jealousy
Bundled in old sacks
Ration, I forgot I had
You will take that
One last stroll on the porch
The Chameli would lie stuffed in your pockets
The only proof of the love you stole
“I am going for a walk”
Is what you would say
And never come back home
I will stand here abandoned
As paint peels off me
I'll open a window
To let the breeze in
In the dust lie your footsteps
The wind will blow them away
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