Before you enter my new friend,
stop for a while,
wait outside this door.
let me go inside first.
and clean out the mess,
sift the disillusion from the dreams;
light the gloomy corners.
dust the cobwebs of regret.
quiet the echoes of cold sighs.
Let me turn off the radio that is still playing ‘our songs’
pick up the broken glasses, congealed tears, specks of blood-
wipe the tiny puddle of water on the floor,
that had dripped from his wet body,
and the sweats of a tired love drying on the walls,
the ice cold moans, smell of old food.
A wet patch on the pillow, where his face had been.
Let me pick up that crumpled paper of incomplete poem,
One sock that he forgot to pack.
A shiny coin that had fallen from his trouser pocket.
The sweet tinkle of its fall; some sound in this deathly silence.
A souvenir, a lucky charm.
Let me throw away the droopy flowers,
the parting gift – the last bunch.
Muffle those pillow talks …
The scrap of blue night, like his eyes.
Let me pull the curtains on it.
The gloom of these vaulted walls, the exit...
Ah, you are departing-?
Well, then, fare you well, my new friend,
© Nazia Mallick