Alley ( کوچه )

 

The sound
of your footsteps
on the paving stones
broke open
the silence
of my loneliness.

The wall,
touched by the echo
of your breath,
fell into
wordless quiet.

And the alley’s astonishment
settled softly
on the courtyard floor.

———

There was an alley
that stayed awake
till dawn
with the memory of you;
and daylight came
only to read
the remnants
of a troubled dream.

———

Nameless alleys
have grown weary
of windows waiting;
longing for a door,
any door,
to open at last
in the grim face
of the walls.

———

The alleys
grew narrower
as we
grew tall.

———

Walls were marked,
scratched from end to end;
colors
quarreled daily
upon their tired skin.

———

A dead-end alley
recites the tale
of a gate
that never opens—
pressed shut
by the siege
of its circling walls.

———

I asked for the way
to a hidden alley,
unnamed, unseen,
where all familiar paths
slowly converged
and ended.

———

The alleys of yesterday
were the lost keepsakes
of our wandering steps.

———

They covered the alley
with a sheet
of black asphalt,
and no one
walked the memories
to their farewell.

Arsalan — Wiesbaden
11 October 2025