And we were taken there.
The place looked damp and stale;
it smelled old and unused .
The attendants seemed to have walked out
of a rusty picture frame,
 with an undated picture.
I looked around and
felt like the place had always existed
and been the same, with the same people.
You know how elusive
your heart and your intuitions are:
Somehow i felt the place was questioning me,
 like i owed it something;
Its relentless stare injected guilt into my veins
and no, i had no clue about the source.
Wearing all these thoughts like a dozen fragrances,
 i was led to my room with a few i loved
The place was getting heavier with
 the dark stares
that seemed to snatch your soul away.
We did laugh but i know
they were watching and were not pleased.
Every creaking door,
every muddy window,
every darkened ceiling,
every cursing mirror,
had a story to share,
but there was no voice.
You know a place is not happy
when people whisper and never talk,
when they trudge and never walk,
they seemed to have stolen my sleep
for
the place had no peace.
I was shaken out of my wide-eyed,
sleepless slumber with
urgent feet rushing past,
raking up and spreading around-
 the dormant bad, the place had been nesting
It was then that the darkness of the eyes
was taken over
by a burning evil glare of greed
and wicked lust:
Yes, these are the eyes that take lives;
these are the eyes that kill
They burn alive cradles and wombs;
relations and care;
love and humanity.
And, they move on-
leaving behind
half-burnt, rotting places like this,
places that smell of death
places that had seen life
and
places that will never live again,
places that will suffocate the life in you,
 in a sight-
Lifelessness is all that's there now.