WEDNESDAY

by Rumjhum Biswas

Once again another week expands
casually embracing middle age.
It amazes me to see how a week can
so effortlessly consume a life span of just seven dwarf days.

Once more it hits me with bull's eye
precision, followed by a roaring silence
so loud, that I no longer even try
to delude myself any more or bother to indulge in pretense.

So I admit it, if only to that image in
that time spotted mirror. Without more
ado I confess that what is happening
now is what will happen all over again, as it always has before.

For the rise and fall. The ebb and wax
- which ever chosen way time goes.
It is all the same as the same lax
days roll past, as each listless today and tomorrow flows.

As each listless today and tomorrow pours down
that old time-tested path, grown steady and dull.
As you sit there with your mug of thoughts and mull
over all the possibilities that have since fled town.

© 2008 by Rumjhum Biswas