Old Buildings

I ain't lover of beauty
Nor a respecter of persons,am i.
In pretence,and in subtlety
I am gentle to nature and kind.

I collect old buildings,pocketing my dreams in fullness
Silent den of tenants and misers
I collect them to imagine newness, 
Difference volleys a distance,thus making me wiser.

Conflicts i bear to stand,
Some in the heart,some right tearing one apart.
These buildings pillared in the greyness of gumption.
Have sutured their cracks with the conflicts of assumption.

They aint the trees,
Whose branches spurt buds and leaves
Having the same old windows and the same old doors,opened but always closed
I collect these buildings to sort my dreams.

As tenants, my dreams might stay
Being favoured by them,in rooms night and day.
Being favoured by their windows and doors,unlatched.
The staircase unmoved,makes me wiser.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 15062016