Tuesday 21 February 2017

On Qutub

The intricacies in these walls talk to me in a language unknown
The hands that must've touched these before my eyes have been set on them,
The footsteps that must've walked the path I walk now,
All tell me a tale I don't know the details of well enough.

They speak to me,
Whispering in my ears the stories of the past,
Telling me how every brick set here has a history to be told,
From the digger to the maker,
From the bones to the skin.

The winds which have blown through here for the past many years close their eyes and tell me how they've seen it all,
Legends I can only but imagine translucently in my mind,
Are a memory they fall back to.