most of the time I dream
it makes me sick
I am sick of love, just don't know what to do

I am looking
at my shadow
watching
the colours are changing
from blue to red then maroon.......

I am riding the midnight express train
no where to  reach
standing alone on the doorway

I am sick of love
I hear someone's distant cry
weeping piano
let me forget you
as if I never met you

but I fell in love with you

(C)asoke kumar mitra, feb.2015