**The Balcony**

Sometimes at nights
I just go in to my balcony
Where I feel the quieten
And talk to myself

Moonlight spills out of my balcony
It drowns me in to a lone path
It draws me on to a palanquin
This takes me to the world so far in me
Guised under a canopy of withered fabric

I clean the mess
I wash it with my bare hands
Then the moonlight spills there too
I am the moon
Then the whole world talks in to me