Alibis

That suffocated air between mattresses.
Those designs on the mirror.
Dust on the things which i dont want to move,
nor i could remove.
Unplayed and untuned guitar.
A blanket never again pressed.
Some drawers never opened,
and some medicines never eaten.
Few bills jammed in drawers' bottom.
A slipper dumped somewhere,
few clothes which i never wear.
New apparels, bills and paper stacked upon them,
and never bothering to make them clear.
Alibis of some old memories been engraved in my room.