Complicity Poem by nupur djelassi

In busy city streets
I like to come across those old houses,
Paint peeled walls baring the intimacy of nestling bricks
Crumbling doors shutting out the world around
Vigorous, silent life growing from window frames
Pushing through cracked tiles
Swaying and whispering in the summer breeze

I stop and let the crowd go by
And feel quietness slide through my bones
Like a draught of cold water from a village well
And let a seed of complicity
Burgeon in my heart.