A Lone Verandah

Just like noticing the house

Vacated by a neighbour

The half-closed windows, empty verandah

Absence of the car, parked

Ropes with cloth hangers

Their pretty girls shouting, mischevieous 

Sometimes a hi, hello or bye..

We never spoke really

But existed knowing that the other too..

I was out at work when they moved out

By the same evening, I immediately knew.

The lone verandah in the first floor stood there 

In the heat, sandstorm and the untimely rains.

When it stood its ground, others who were close by

Stopped occasionally and greeted, dusted even, 

Climbing the adjacent wall, a jump away from the balcony.

It must have spent days alone earlier too,

It must have bid farewell to a number of people,

Never actually moving out with any..

How many times have us longed 

For another moment, one last hug, one more laughter, 

Once again a cup of tea.. 

Closures

Do not exist in life.