Ordinary Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Am I ordinary?
Standing question in the midst of the
Hot and humid evening with
Standstill of wind and motion.
Then the sudden explosion of streaming,
Gushing of tiring breath that makes
Living... a sport, an adventure.....
Although there are no adventures left.

This, whatever you call this....
Joy, sorrow or just plain and simple
Food to be eaten,
Day in day out.
Ordinary day and evening. The heart
Thumping in the name of a cigarette.
Is addiction ordinary?

Time and the standstill of sitting by
The bed. I may be a road. Yes.
A big gigantic road on which everything
Is moving. Ordinary.
To bet with that when the next car goes by.