from the terrace
do you ever lean against something
(a wall, railings on a balcony)
and feel it to give way
just keep falling
then realising that you’re still standing right there
when nothing has happened
when nothing has moved.
do you ever wish it did
that it would crumble
fall into the ground.
do you ever wonder who would
take the trouble then of stitching up the parts
(now i’m thinking this only because i’m
on the terrace of a 12 floored apartment and
can hear cloth that is being torn in a house far away.)
the limbs and arms separated from the torso.
so do you ever wonder that even if someone
would take the trouble
search for you in the rubble
stitch you back arm by arm
limb by limb
what is to say that an iron rod
didn’t go straight through the chest
and the firemen won’t tell them that there was
nothing ever there.
do you ever lean against things?
do you ever wonder about the what ifs?