HOT SUMMER AFTERNOON

this one came usually.....like wen ur irritated wid hot humid kolkata summer n u do nuthin but strirring up ur room in frustration.....

It was fan making some noise

and the empty allout with flickering light

searching for cell phone lost in disguise

all I could manage was the charger in sight.

I stumbled over coffee mug ashtray

for the packet of cigarettes the emptied array,

bend down to pick old magazines

glossy pages which has lost its sheen.

a key by the window with god knows what keys

a stapler without pins came under the siege.

files and folders on both sides of bed

pile of assignment papers making me dead.

deodorant, creams and the shaving kit

I looked for a place where it could fit.

Inner wears I found beneath old torn jeans

empty hangers and pillow without skin.

Doors and window left open for breeze

all that came was dust kicked sneeze.

now the turn to clean some trash

useless papers in wallet sans cash.

chocolate wrappers and medicine foils

a maggi packet for when water boils.

taking off my shirt and wipe off sweat

and took a glance at burning street.

This is my place, my shared room

on a hot summer lazy afternoon.