A Day Poem by Parama Mitra

It is the day like some other day...

nothing special...or, is it really?
Day, like Today, comes back once & once again..
reminding me of rain, rain & only rain...

If it rains, I'll remember you...

If it rains, I'll remember only you,
sound of rain-drops on glass window..
my old drenched city.. I really miss you..

but I can feel the essence of drizzles...

here, the clouds never be generous...
as it's crying far far away...
where you are singing the song of greenish way....

It is d same day in past,
when they said, ' u dont belong to us'...
then clouds held my hand & rain touched my soul......

I fel asleep...& forgot to whisper my name...

so the Clouds walk to the mountain end..
rain starts vapourising at the river bend
I found a vague-dream.. real one lost long ego....

ohhh! ! here comes the autumn-joy! !
so much of laughter..so much of life..
Looks like joker in the circus ring..


but I love rain as I love you forever & ever...

they locked the soul in the old pirate's chest..
It floated to the islands of oblivion
& the bird is counting the feather, so I never slept..

It was the day like today...

so special.. or is it really?