Paying Guest

The silence of a tale, freshly ended;
The unworded remnants that still echoed
From the all-absorbing muteness of the walls;
A deserted void, left behind by the call of time;
All came to life to welcome
Yet another trespasser,
With her own story to tell;
As destiny opened the doors wide.

Breathing into a square
All that had been carried home,
And taking in the security
That lingered in the still air,
A cocoon i did weave, in shared solitude
A haven of acceptance
Only to leave behind;
For some meet with a promise to part.

A window half open to let in
What the rains had washed away-
The smell of cigar, sweat and exhaust pipes;
The incessant roar of engines and horns
Orchestrated the race of men and vehicles;
And to vigorously peaceful oblivion,
I confined myself.