This is it you believe it
Journey was so long and boring
Yes, your face again and again
Emerged in cigarette' smoking rings
You similed, but went lost immediately
I knew what is the existence
Neither you as body nor your love
All this remains alive only in thoughts
Trouble it with,
Thoughts are changed too
Same like pages of my  diary
With faded ink they can not say yet anything
To that I want to listen now.

Tapan Susheel