I let you in through the closed doors
to be greeted by absolute silence
and hosted by empty rooms
which have nothing to serve you with
except for remaining traces of breaths
which once filled the ambience
with their deep amorous fragrance
the lonely walls invite you
to read stories of withered love
embossed all over them
in indecipherable script
and some fading verses inscribed
long ago in the name of a lover
whisper into your ears
urging you to wipe them off completely
so as to be rewritten
in the name of someone
who doesn’t let the poems die
with the fate of an eroding wall
so amidst the void which lingered
between the floor and the roof
you float verses in our names
to fill every space and nook
and there I stood revering
the magic in your words
for I never knew you would bring me
so much ardor, hope and love.
-Chhaya
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