Walls Poem by Saroj Padhi

The walls around me
desire me myself to be
without letting my volatile secrets
leak through their porous bodies,
as I lean to them during tough moments
trying hard to hold on -
when the whole house reels
under thunders of ecstasy or agony;
they guard cries, sighs, sobs and love-cries,
laughters, tears, inadvertent words and lies
from infecting a world that so close to us lies;
they are my faithful, bosom friends
opening the windows to a loved world
of shines, beams, drizzles, wind and breeze.