Speaking Wall

I, broken, stand silent, still

Where, few days back, everyday

words, jumped over me, here and there.

Secrets exchanged. promises thrived

as, jars of pickle, on me, blended spice of life.

Two K's Khurrana and Khanna on either side, both;

Neighbours, for years, always cursed my growth.

I, broken, stand silent, still

where, today, two dead houses speak.

Where, leaves fall off the old branches

as memories fall down in avalanche

Stories, lie weaved, in corners alive

swirls around as the mad wind dives.

Too little dogs, abandoned, over me leap

On this doorstep, on that, they return to sleep.