doors, windows, balconies

The Windows are the eyes and ears. 
The old sit behind, gazing out onto the never ending flow. 

Watching 
The flower and the  fruit vendors selling their wares. 

Smelling 
The Aromas of the puri baking and the  BBQ cooking. 

 Listening 
To the dogs barking, the cars tooting and the babies crying .

Buildings crumbling, still inhabited retain the tears,
the laughter and the unfulfilled wishes of past generations,
The smell of time circulating amongst the new.

Deserted balconies stand silent 

Doors stand closed