The empty room stares at me
With gapping open eye of the door
The smell of earth from its vitals
The aging roof made of woods darkened by smoke
A peeping ray from the window and the hanging bolt..
The empty room has the deep flavors of possession
In cold embrace and the mud rubbed on the walls
The aroma of earth mixed with water and the moisture
Dew with sunlight piercing from the window
Fixed in the mud wall and the closed eye now open
– extract from The Empty Room by Sadiqullah Khan
*one of those empty rooms in Kellie’s Castle Batu Gajah, Perak, Malaysia.