Monday, October 2, 2017

How often

How often do you dig old letters
Smell the age old cologne
Drink the dead cold coffee
And remind how certain bruises
Are not meant to heal?
The sun rises and sets,
The calendar loses its worth
day by day.
You sit beside the albums
And turn your world upside down.
The smoke from the chimneys
Engulf your thoughts, the fire
Burn your soul, the mild wind
Blows the ashes away.
How often do you try playing
The same old country tune,
Choose the same chords along,
Sing the rhythmless song?

©Chandrajit Mitra