By: Ranjeet Sarpal

I heard rainfall
In the backyard
Descending on patterns of loneliness,
Broken bottles,
Emptied chips packets,
Thrown bus tickets
Abandoned puppies,
Absorbing their fear of being alone ,
And
Stirring memories
In the dustbin of existence,
Liquidating bricks of time,
Dissolving the difference
Between
You
And me,
Corresponding to your way of speaking.
I remember
The way you used to gossip.