Ruins Poem by Bindu Borle

I stand under the archway
That speaks of the past, present and the future
The tarnished floor, the vertical lines
Eight wood columns now support nothing
Two staircases careening no where
An idea receding into nothingness
Things were said and done
Stillness in the air
Just some things to be remembered
Touch a crumbling brick
Or stand in any door way
That has been framed by the day
And broken by the night
It is a place for those who have none
To relate with the souls in the ruins
It is mine
It is yours.

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle